Urnaigh A’bhan Thigreagh – Capercaillie – letras

M’aithair ‘smo Dhai, deam Thus’ ardionMi fhein ‘s mo naoidhean beagan mhiosGur gann an t-uisg’, ‘s gur gann an siol,Sinn creuchdach, acrach, brointe, piant’.’Adhlaichte an-dingh mo luaidh’S nach aithnich mise naigh seach naigh,Measg mhiltean a Tigre tha e na shuain;Coinhead Thusa, a Thighearna, oirnn le truas.Sinn a’famachadh le feas na grein’Nuair dh’eireas i an-aird sna speur;Sinn ga ar meileachadh le fauchdMeadlian oidche, ‘s ar sgeadachadh cho truagh.An tig,a Thigearna, uisge tromBheir a-mach toradh bhon talamh lom?Cum rium mo chreidamh anmad fhein -Na canam ‘an-do threig thu mi, mo Dhai?’Cheus riaghaltas eile Criosd air crann’S tha luchd-breng gar biathadh-sa gu teann;Doirt a-muas do mhaitheas chaoimh, a Dhe,Na leig an t-ole buileachadh guleir.The Tigrean Woman’s PrayerO Lord, my God will you protectme and my child of but a few months;scarce is the water, scarce the grain,We are hungry, bruised and pained with sores.My beloved one was buried todaybut I cannot tell one grave from the nextas his resting place is with thousands of others from TigreLook on us, Lord, with pity.We faint in the intense heat of the sunas it rises in the cloudless skyand at midnight in our ragged attireWe are numbed with cold.God, let the rain come soonand let it bring forth crops from this arid landStrengthen my faith in you, Lordand let me not say that you have forsaken me – in my hour of need.Other rulers (another government) crucified Christ on the crossand we are fed poorly by a similar regimepour down your healing kindness, God,do not let evil conquer completely.