Oran Air Bhreith A Phrionnsa Tearlaich - Capercaillie

'N naigheachd a fhuair sinn an drasd'

A thainig oirnn nuadh do’n tir

Chuir m’airtneal air chairtealan uam

Dh’fhag aigeantach, uallach mi

Cha bhi sinn tuilleadh na’s mo

Aig Deorsa fada fo chis

Thig sonas ri linn a' Phrionns’oig

'S gheibh fir tha air fogradh sith

Rugadh Phoenix thall anns an Roimh

Sgeul aigeantach mor ri 'linn

Gum bi neart agus ceart mar ri treoir

Do’n fhear sheasas coir an Righ

Theid a' chuibhle fhathast mu’n cuairt

'S am fear a tha shuas, bidh e sios

Bidh am fear a tha streapadh, gu h-ard

'S fear eile gu lar tuitidh sios

Tha Neptun a' mionnachadh dha

Gum bheil muir dha co reidh us tir

Tha Aeolus a’feitheamh a ghnath

'S a’gleidheadh dha baidh a ghaoith

Tha Mars us a chlaidheamh 'na laimh

Le buaidh-chath' 's gach aite am bi

Tha plannta nan duilleagan tlath

Toirt urraim 'nan aiteachan fin

Thig muthadh air fonn as droch-ghne

Cha bhi dris ann an lar nach crion

Bidh gach tulach 'na iomairibh reidh

'S fasaidh 'n cuithneachd air aodainn shliabh

Cha dean sinn tuilleadh cion-fath

O’n a theirig an fhreumh nach cinn

Sin an gartlann a ghlanadh o’n charr

Bha bacadh dhuinn fas ar siol

Sgeul eile cha cheil mi an drasd'

Cuiridh coille trom-bhlath os ar cinn

Cuiridh 'n talamh gun airceas de bharr

Tacar mara cur lain’s gach lion

Bidh bainn' aig an eallaich’s gach ait'

Mil air bharraibh nan srabh’s gach tir

Gun ghainne, gun airceas, gu brath

Gun ghaillionn ach blaths 's gach sian

The news we just got

Who brought us new to the land

My artillery put quarters on me

Anger left me worried

We will no longer be

At George's long handicapped

Happiness comes in the time of the Prince

And exiled men will find peace

Phoenix was born over in Rome

A great heroic story in our time

Be strong and right as directed

For the man who stands for the King's crime

The wheel still spins

And the one who is up, he will be down

The one who climbs, will be above

Another falls to the ground

Neptune swears to him

That the sea is as smooth as land

Aeolus is always waiting

And keeps the wind blowing

Mars and his sword are in his hand

With victory in every place

The plant is leafy

Respect in their fine places

Mutation of tune becomes worse

There will be no brambles in the ground that will not wither

Each hill will be a smooth ridge

And the memory grows on the face of a mountain

We will do no more mischief

Since the root is not the head

That's clearing the archive from the car

We were prevented from growing our seed

Another story I won't hide for now

A heavy-blooming forest will cover us

The earth will yield no fruit

Each set of lain’s sea set

Milk 'at the burden' everywhere '

Honey on the tops of the straws in every land

Without scarcity, without want, forever

Nothing but warmth and everything