Lyrics of Oran Air Bhreith A Phrionnsa Tearlaich - Capercaillie

Oran Air Bhreith A Phrionnsa Tearlaich (original)

'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

(translation)

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