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    Runrig Alba текст песни

    Alba

    Air sgiath a’ seoladh nan neoil
    ‘S an domhain liath
    Mar dhealbh a’ tighinn beo tro na sgothan
    ‘S mi a’ tilleadh gu tir

    Alba nam beanntan ard
    Nan acraichean lom
    Thairis air na lochan mointich
    Nan coilltean ‘s nan gleann

    Ach ‘se sealladh leointe is gann
    Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn
    Talamh alainn nan daoine
    Fhathast an lamhan duine no dithis

    Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas
    Na fasaichean a tuath
    An taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann
    Gun chumhachd gun ghuth

    *Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh
    Taigh ri taigh
    Gus nach bi ait anns an tir
    An gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth

    Ach ‘s math dhomh bhith seo an drasd
    A cur failt air a’ bhlas
    ‘San tir a tha cho ur dhomh an diugh
    Is a bha i nuair bha mi ‘nam phaisd

    *Bho Isaiah 5-8

    Scotland

    This flight is sailing through the clouds
    And the blue heavens
    The homeland appears like a developing photograph
    Through the mists as I return to land

    I see Scotland of the high mountains
    And the empty acres
    Flying low across the moorland lochs
    The forests and the glens

    But it’s a wounding and a hollow sight
    Here as we reach the end of the century
    The beautiful soil of the people
    Still in the hands of the few

    I see the wheels of industry at a standstill
    And the northern lands wasted
    And the empty house in Edinburgh
    Without authority or voice

    You that have laid field upon field
    House upon house
    Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone
    In the midst of all the earth

    But it is good for me to be here now
    As I welcome the warmth
    In this land that’s as exciting for me today
    As it was the day I was born



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