Capercaillie — Soraidh Bhuam Gu Barraidh song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Soraidh Bhuam Gu Barraidh" by Capercaillie.
Lyrics
Crosswinds
Soraidh bhuam gu Barraidh
Soraidh bhuam gu Barraidh
Eilean’s maisich tha fo’n ghrein
Far an nic an robh mi sugradh
's le sunna a ruith na spreidh
Gur lionmhor lus tha fas fa’n druchd
Is deallt air uir as dheidh
A' bheireadh slainte is mnuirneal dhuit
Air maduimn chubhraidh cheit
An am diread mo mhiann
Air feasgar farm’s an fhoghar
Nuair a chromadh air a ghrian
Gum beathaicheadh am faladh thu
Far luscan b’aille fiomh
An aiteag chubhraidh alvinn
Thig far bharr a' chnain an lar.
An am eirigh anns an t-samhradh
'se bhith ann, bu mhor mo mhiann
Gach iasgair 's e le bhata
Dol gu aite a chuir na lion
Nuair a charadh iad simil shlan rith
Air a setadh dol dha’n iar.
'Se Barraidh an t-eilean 's boidhche
Ann cho mor s gun d’chur mi nigh
Far an tric an do ghabh mi oran
Measg nan oighean maiseach civin
'S ged tha mi’n duigh air m’aimeol
An Australia nan craobh
Cha di-chuimhuich mi a Ghaidhlig
Tha i sgriobhte 's a' chlaraig m’aois.
My blessings on Barra
My blessings on Barra
the most beautiful island under the sun
Where I often played
And happily herded the cattle
Plants abound beneath the dew
And the fine rain on the soil
On a May morning
Gives forth both good health and happiness.
I wished for nothing better
Than to walk through the maram grass
To the moors
As the sun sank low on a still autumn evening
When the fragrance of the most beautiful plants
Would invigorate me As would the gentle sea breezes
Coming from the Atlantic.
In the summer
My only wish was to be there
As the fisherman in their boats
Went to lay the lines.
What a joy it was to watch
The boatsunder full sail on The crests of the white waves
As they headed on their westerly course.
Barra is the most beautiful island
The island of my heart’s desire
When I often sang in the company
Of serene and beautiful young ladies
And although I’m alone today
In Australia of the trees
I’ll never forget the Gaelic language
Which is engraved on my mind.
Lyrics translation
Crosswinds
Aignish
Aignish
Eilean'in mai is fo'n ghrein
Where but now that I sugradh
with sunna run of the spring
To lionmhor customers are fast fa'n druchd
And deallt on all of the
The would slaint people and mnuirneal you
On maduimn chubhraidh issued
In just my aspirations
On Wednesday afternoon farm'in the autumn
When get out of the kitchen on the sun
To life across the faladh the
Where luscan was all fiomh
But to actually spot chubhraidh alvinn
Come where the top of the chnain with.
In the rise in in the summer
a have, the love of my aspirations
Every fisherman is in with from them
Go to al who sent the lion
When at least all of them sal soda shall the rith
On setadh go dha'n west.
A Barra in the other in boidhche
In as my to d'the night I
Where in often for take I oran
Include the details of mai civin
In each of the mi'new person on my aimeol
In Australia the tree
A die-in memory of the German I Award
She has written no more in the chlaraig my age.
My blessings of More
My blessings of More
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In the fine rain on the soil
On a May morning
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The moors
The sun sank low on a still autumn eve
What us the fragrance of the most beautiful plants p
Would invigorate me To would the gentle sea breeze of a goal
Comma string from the Atlantic.
In the summer
My only wish west toilets there
The fisherman in their boats
Went home lay the lines.
What a joy it west home watch
The boatsunder full beam of The crests of the white waves
Which they headed on their westerly course.
More and the most beautiful island
The island of my heart in desire
What the And often these came in the company
Of serene and beautiful young ladies
But although I'm alone today
In Australia of the trees
I’ll never forget the Gaelic language
Which is engraved on my mind.