| web oficial de Runrig ALBA / SCOTLAND Air sgiath a' seoladh nan neoil This flight is sailing through the clouds 'S an domhain liath And the blue heavens Mar dhealbh a' tighinn beo tro na sgothan The homeland appears like a developing photograph 'S mi a' tilleadh gu tir Through the mists as I return to land Alba nam beanntan ard I see Scotland of the high mountains Nan acraichean lom And the empty acres Thairis air na lochan mointich Flying low across the moorland lochs Nan coilltean 's nan gleann The forests and the glens Ach 'se sealladh leointe is gann But it's a wounding and a hollow sight Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn Here as we reach the end of the century Talamh alainn nan daoine The beautiful soil of the people Fhathast an lamhan duine no dithis Still in the hands of the few Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas I see the wheels of industry at a standstill Na fasaichean a tuath And the northern lands wasted An taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann And the empty house in Edinburgh Gun chumhachd gun ghuth Without authority or voice Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh You that have laid field upon field Taigh ri taigh House upon house Gus nach bi ait anns an tir Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone An gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth In the midst of all the earth Ach 's math dhomh bhith seo an drasd But it is good for me to be here now A cur failt air a' bhlas As I welcome the warmth 'San tir a tha cho ur dhomh an diugh In this land that's as exciting for me today Is a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam phaisd As it was the day I was born |
Concierto completo de Runrig en Hamburgo, 2013
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