Текст песни Runrig - Transl Of Tir A` Mhurain
Runrig - Transl Of Tir A` Mhurain слова песни
Welcome to my songTo the seed and the fruit of the bardsTo the harvest that`s been waitingSince the days of youthWelcome to my landscapeThe pure and unspoilt western islandTo the place that will always findIt`s meaning and truthLocked away in my heartWelcome to my languageThe one I learned as a childThe huge dignified language of the GaelThat stands like a bannerFor me dailyAlthough they tried to destroy usMy children will seeThe landscape of generationsAlthough the languageHas been wounded in its struggleIn this land, she will live onCome and walk with meBy the side of the oceanLet me show youThe land of the maram grass