Тексты песен «Capercaillie»

Fa\ili, fa\ili, fa\ili o/ ro; Fa\ili, fa\ili, fa\ili o/ ro; Fa\ili, fa\ili, fa\ili o/ ro; 'S cian nan cian bho dh'gha\g mi Leo/dhas. 'S fhada learn an oidche gheamhraidh, 'S fhada 's fhada 's fhada learn i 'S nach...

An ciaradh m'fheasgair 's mo bheath' air claoidh Mo rosg air dunadh 's a' bha\s gun chli. Stiuir cu\rs' an lar leam gu Eilean ciatach Gu Aignish sgiamhach far an d'a\raich mi. An sin gun ca\irich sibh mi 'san fho\d A...

When day is over and life is done Mine eyes have closed and my strength has gone, O westwards take me and quietly lay me In Aignish graveyard beside the sea. There please leave me by kith and kin By parents kindly and...

Gura mise tha fo eislean Moch sa mhaduinn is mi g'eirigh O hi shiubhlainn leat, Hi ri bho, ho rinn o ho Ailein Duinn, o hi shiubhlainn leat Ma 's'en cluasag dhuit a ghaineanih Ma 'se leabaidh dhut an gheamainn...

Alasdair Mhic o ho Cholla Ghasda As do laimh-s' gun o ho Earbainn tapaidh trom eile Chall eile bho chall a ho ro Chall eile bho chall a ho ro Chall eile huraibh i chall a ho ro 'S haoi o ho trom eile As do...

Alasdair Mhic oho Cholla ghasda oho As do laimh-s' gun oho Earbhainn tapaidh trom eile (refrain) Chall eile bho chall a ho ro Chall eile bho chall a ho ro Chall eile huraibh i chall a ho ro 's haoi o ho trom eile. As...

Alasdair, son of exile Cholla In your hand I would entrust deeds. Chant... The lord of Ach-nam-breac would be killed by you Chant... He would be buried at the edge of the loch Chant... And although I would get a...

Here is the song "Am buchaille ban" which Capercaillie do a lovely version of on their Crosswinds album. I was sent these words by John Angus Macleod of Gaidhlig Aig Deas, who got them from someone at An Comunn...

Mur b'e thusa bhiiodh an Cuilithionn 'na mhur eagarra gorm ag crioslachadh le bhalla-criche na tha 'nam chridhe borb Mur b'e thusa bhiodh a' ghaineamh tha'n Talasgar dumhail geal 'na clar biothbuan do mo...

An ataireachd bhuan, cluinn fuaim na h-ataireachd a\rd Tha torann a chuain mar chualas leamsa 'nam phaisd, Gun mhuthadh gun truas, a' sluaisreadh gainneamh na tra\gh's An ataireachd bhuan, cluinn fuaim na h-ataireachd...

Gur duilich leam mar tha mi 'S mo chridhe 'n sas aig bron Bhon an uair a dh'fhag mi Beanntan ard a' cheo Gleanntannan a'mhanrain Nan loch, nam bagh 's nan srom 'S an eala bhan tha tamh ann Gach la air 'm bheil mi...

Co a sheinneas an fhideag airigid Ho ro hu a hu il o Mac mo righ air tighinn a dh'Alba Air lang mhar nar tri chrann airgid Air long riomhach nam ball airgid Tearlach og nan gorm shuil mealach Failte, failte mian...

Ma's ann 'gam mhealladh, a ghaoil, a bha thu, Ma's ann 'gam mhealladh as deigh do gheallaidh, 'Se luaidh do mholaidh ni mi gu brath, Ma's ann 'gam mhealladh, a ghaoil, a bha thu. Righ! gur mise tha gu tursach,...

S mi ri imeachd nam aonar anns an og-mhadaim Mhaigh Feadh leantaichean uaine mar fhear-fuadain gun stah, Nuair a chunnaic mi a' ghruagach an taobh shuas dhiom a'tamh 's i ri nigh' a culd aodaich mach air aodann Srath...

'S mi ri imeachd nam aonar anns an o\g-mhadaim Mha\igh Feadh le\antaichean uaine mar fhear-fuadain gun sta\th, nuair a chunnaic mi a' ghruagach an taobh shuas dhiom a'ta\mh 's i ri nigh' a culd aodaich mach air aodann...

Is your love a river of no respite? Will it carry me from the desert to the sea at the end of the night when my heart is broken when my dreams are ragged and trite when I fall too far wil you be my morning star at the...

It rarely makes the news today, the place where I was born They called it a wasteland, a wilderness gone wrong Where the twisted trees have fallen, the branches stripped and bare In the silence of the night time,...

O gu sunndach mi air m' astar, Falbh gu siubhlach le bheag airtneul, Do a chomhrag ri Bonaparte, 'S e bha bagairt air Righ deors'. Illean chridheil, bitheamaid sunndach, Seasaibh onoir ur duthcha, Fhad's a...

What's the spring breathing jasmine and rose What's the summer with all its gay train What's the splendour of autumn to those Who've bartered their freedom for gain. Let the love of our land's sacred rights To the love...

What's the spring breathing jasmine and rose What's the summer with all it's gay train What's the splendour of autumn to those Who've bartered their freedom for gain. Let the love of our land's sacred rights To...