Lyrics of Abhainn An T-Sluaigh - Runrig

Abhainn An T-Sluaigh (original)

Chaneil an t-adhar os cionn
Lunnainn a nochd soileir no Dorch.
Fada bho abhainn an T-sluaigh.
Gun sgial air coinneal
Mor latha no reultan na H-oidhche.
Fada bho abhainn an T-sluaigh.
An sea s’am baile gun
Chadal gun fhois is gun saorsa.
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh.
Casan a' gluasad an abhainn an Tuil.
Fada bho abhainn an T-sluaigh.
Na cuibhlichean’s
Cabhaig a tionndaidh gun sgur.
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh.
Cus ag adhradh beairteas air
Altair an tshaoghail.
Fada bho
Abhainn an t-sluaigh.
Cach gun
Dochas gun dachaidh air sraidean
Gun ghaol.
Fada bho abhainn an T-sluaigh.
Leis gach dath s’gach
Creideamh gach cainnt as gach
Cearn.
Fada bho abhainn an T-sluaigh.
Gach ceist is gach
Freagairt sios an abhainn gu Cuan.
Fada bho abhainn an T-sluaigh.

(translation)

The sky is not over
London that appeared light or Dark.
Far from the river of the People.
Shadeless candle
Great day or night stars.
Far from the river of the People.
Is it home without
Sleep without rest and without freedom.
Far from the crowded river.
Feet move the river Flood.
Far from the river of the People.
The wheels’s
Haste to turn incessantly.
Far from the crowded river.
Too many worship wealth on him
Altar of the world.
Far from
The river of the people.
Cach gun
Homeless hope on the streets
Without love.
Far from the river of the People.
With all colors
Faith all talk out of all
Cearn.
Far from the river of the People.
All questions and all
Response downstream to Ocean.
Far from the river of the People.