Capercaillie - Dean Cadalan Sàmhach | Текст песни

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Gur h-ann an Amerigeadh
Tha sinn an drasd'
Fo dhubhar na coille
Nach teirig gu brath,
'N uair dh'fhalbhas an dulachd
'S a thionndaigh's am blaths
Bithidh cnothan, bith ubhlan
'S bithidh an siuca a fas.

Mo shoraidh le fàilte
Chinn-tàile nam bò
Far an d' fhuair mi greis àrach
'S mi 'm phàisde beag òg;
Bhiodh fleasgaichean donna
Air am bonnaibh ri ceòl,
Is nionagan dualach,
'S an gruaidh mar an ròs.

It's in America that we are now,
in the everlasting darkness of the woods
when winter is gone and warmth returns
the hazels and apples and maples will be growing.

My farewell and greetings to cattle-rich Kintail
where I passed the time of my upbringing when I was a little young child;
there were brown-haired youn men on their feet to sing
and beautiful long-haired girls with rosey cheeks.

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