Am Mur Gorm – Capercaillie – letras

Mur b’e thusa bhiiodh an Cuilithionn’na mhur eagarra gormag crioslachadh le bhalla-crichena tha ‘nam chridhe borbMur b’e thusa bhiodh a’ ghaineamhtha’n Talasgar dumhail geal’na clar biothbuan do mo dhuileanair nach tilleadh an run-ghath’S mur b’e thusa bhiodh na cuantan’nan luasgan is ‘nan tamha’ togail cair mo bhuadhan’ga cur air suaimhneas ard’S bhiodh am monadh donn riabhachagus mo chiall co-shint’ach chuir thusa orra riaghladhos cionn mo phianaidh fhinAgus air creachainn chein fhasmhoirchinn blathmhor Craobh nan Teud’na meangach duillich t’aodannmo chiall is aogas reilThe Blue RampartBut for you the Cuillin would bean exact and serrated blue rampartgirdling with its march-wallall that is in my barbarous heartBut for you the sandthat is in Talisker compact and whitewould be a measureless plain to my expectationsand on it the spear desire would not turn backBut for you the oceansin their unrest and their reposewould raise the wave crest of my mindand settle it on a high serenityAnd the brown brindled moorlandand my reason would co-extendbut you imposed on them an edictabove my own painAnd on a distant luxuriant summitthere blossomed the Tree of Stringsamong its leafy branches your facemy reason and the likeness of a star