Runrig - Skye | Текст песни

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How can't you see
The wilderness growing free
Time wounded and scarred
Stroking away the years
It's hard to believe
But memories are old ghosts
Mountains of black and gold
Sunsets falling over the moor
Oh, take me there

'S na horo eile, horo bho
'S na horo bho, hillean o
'S na horo eile ho, take me there!

You take your dream
You make life what you feel
Appearances lead to deceive
This drama so far from me

Destiny
On fact's aching wings
Wild geese fly low over your shore
Hearts sailing over the trees

Oh, take me there!
'S na horo eile, horo bho
'S na horo bho, hillean o
'S na horo eile ho, take me there!

Chì mi 'n t-eilean uaine
Tìr nam beanntann àrda
Ceò a' tuiteam tron a' ghleann
Na shìneadh air do raointeann

(I see the green island
land of the high mountains
mist falling through the glen
stretching out over your raointean* (=strips of land)

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