Da Mhile Bliadhna - Runrig

Fo na gealachean

Air rathad da mhile bliadhn'

Co chreideadh na dh' fhairich sinn

'S na chunniac sinn ri ar linn

Dh' fhas am fasach suas

Far an do chuir sinn siol ar naire

Dlieab mor nan daoine

An t-acras is am pathadh

Anns an aineolas

Chaidh ar gairdeachas air chall

Da mhile bliadhna

Air an rathad lethainn mhall

Tha mi direadh a' chnuic as aird'

Airson sealladh, dhan an talamh

Air cul a' ghlinne waobh eile thall

Air sraidean baile a mhaireas

An la nach criochnaich is nach gluais

Tro na h-aireamhean

Mar fharadh theid sinn suas

Anns an dealachadh

Atharraichidh sinn an am priobadh suil

Thoir dhuinn an aireamh nuadh

Na laithean buan

--oOo--

Da mhile bliadhna (Two thousand years)

Below many moons

On a two thousand year old road

Who could have believed all that we have seen

And suffered in our generation

The wilderness has grown

Where we have sown the seeds of our shame

Hunger and thirst

The legacy of our population

In our ignorance

Our joy has lost direction

Two thousand years

On the slow broad way

I am climbing up the highest hill

For a sight of the landscape

Behind the other side of the valley

On the streets of the everlasting city

Day will not end, time will not shift

Up through the numbers

We will rise like stepping on a ladder

In the parting

We will be transformed in the blink of an eye

Give us the new number

The eternal days

Under the moons

On a road of two thousand years'

Who would believe what we felt

And what we saw in our time

The desert grew up

Where we sowed the seed of shame

The great mass of the people

Hunger and thirst

In ignorance

Our joy was lost

Two thousand years

On the slow wide road

I'm at the top of the highest hill

For a view, into the ground

Behind the glen on the other side

On surviving city streets

The day that never ends and does not move

Through the numbers

As a fare we will go up

In parting

We'll change in the blink of an eye

Give us the new number

The lasting days

--oOo--

Two thousand years

Below many moons

On a two thousand year old road

Who could have believed all that we have seen

And suffered in our generation

The wilderness has grown

Where we have sown the seeds of our shame

Hunger and thirst

The legacy of our population

In our ignorance

Our joy has lost direction

Two thousand years

On the slow broad way

I am climbing up the highest hill

For a sight of the landscape

Behind the other side of the valley

On the streets of the everlasting city

Day will not end, time will not shift

Up through the numbers

We will rise like stepping on a ladder

In the parting

We will be transformed in the blink of an eye

Give us the new number

The eternal days