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Текст песни "Capercaillie — An Eala Bhàn"
Gur duilich leam mar tha mi
'S mo chridhe 'n s?s aig br?n
Bhon an uair a dh'fh?g mi
Beanntanrd a' che?
Gleanntannan a'mh?nrain
Nan loch, nam b?gh 's nan sr?m
'S an eala bh?n tha t?mh ann
Gach latha air 'm bheil mi 'n t?ir.
A Mhagaidh na bi t?rsach
A r?in, ged gheibhinn b?s-
C? am fear am measg an t-sluaigh
A mhaireas buan gu br?th?
Chan eil sinn uile ach air chuairt
Mar dh?thein buaile f?s
Bheir siantannan na blianna sios
'S nach tog a' ghrian anird.
Tha 'n talamh leir mun cuairt dh?om
'Na mheallan suas 's na ne?il;
Aig na 'shells a' bualadh -
Cha leir dhomh bhuam le ce?:
Gun chlaisneachd aig mo chluasan
Le fuaim a' ghunna mh?ir;
Ach ged tha 'n uair seo cruaidh orm
Tha mo smuaintean air NicLe?id.
Air m' uilinn anns na truinnsichean
Tha m' inntinn ort, a ghr?idh;
Nam chadal bidh mi a' bruadar ort
Cha dualach dhomh bhith sl?n;
Tha m' aigne air a lionadh
Le cianalas cho l?n
'S a'ghruag a dh'fh?s cho ruadh orm
A nis air thuar bhith b?n.
Ach ma thig an t-?m
Is anns an Fhraing gu faigh mi b?s
'S san uaigh gun t?id mo sh?neadh
Far eil na m?ltean ch?ch,
Mo bheannachd leis a' ghruagaich,
A' chaileag uasal bhb?nn -
Gach l? a dh'fhalbh gun uallach dhi,
Gun n?ire gruaidh na dh?il.
Oidhche mhath leat fh?in, a r?in
Nad leabaidh ch?bhraidh bhl?th;
Cadal s?mhach air a ch?l
Do dh?sgadh sunndach sl?n.
Tha mise 'n seo 's an truinnsidh fhuar
'S nam chluasan fuaim bh?is
Gun duil ri faighinns le buaidh -
Tha 'n cuan cho buan ri shn?mh.
Sad I consider my condition
With my heart engaged with sorrow
From the very time that I left
The high bens of the mist
The little glens of dalliance
Of the lochs, the bays and the forelands
And the white swan dwelling there
Whom I daily pursue.
O Maggie, don't be sad
Love, if I should die -
Who among men
Endures eternally?
We are all only on a journey
Like flowers in the deserted cattle fold
That the year's wind and rain will bring down
And that the sun cannot raise.
All the ground around me
Is like hail in the heavens;
With the shells exploding -
I am blinded by smoke:
My ears are deafened
By the roar of the cannon;
But despite the savagery of the moment
My thoughts are on the girl called MacLeod.
Crouched in the trenches
My mind is fixed on you, love;
In sleep I dream of you
I am not fated to survive;
My spirit is filled
With a surfeit of longing
And my hair once so auburn
Is now almost white.
But if it should happen
That I am killed in France
And laid in the grave
As thousands are already,
My blessings go with the maiden,
So noble and fair.
May her every day be free of care,
And her life a source of pride.
Goodnight to you, love
In your warm, sweet-smelling bed;
May you have peaceful sleep and afterwards
May you waken healthy and in good spirits.
I am here in the cold trench
With the clamour of death in my ears
With no hope of returning victorious-
The ocean is too wide to swim.
