The Blue Rampart – Capercaillie – letras

But 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