Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Foghar Nan Eilean '78 , by - Runrig. Song from the album The Highland Connection, in the genre Фолк-рокRelease date: 31.07.1979
Record label: Ridge
Song language: Gaelic
Foghar Nan Eilean '78(original) |
| Tha na duilleagan a' dannsa |
| Bho na craobhan anns a' ghaoith |
| Foghar donn ar bliadhn' air tionndadh |
| Nis tha luchd an t-samhraidh ma sgaoil |
| Sona dh’fhag thu mi le m’eilean |
| 'S leam na lochan is na baigh |
| Mo cridh' aig tamh air beanntab geamhraidh |
| Nis tha luchd an t-samhraidh ma sgaoil |
| Foghar nan eilean |
| Foghar mu thuath |
| Gheibh sinn beatha mar a chleachd sinn |
| Mas tainig an t-sluagh |
| Bidh am fraoch air nam beanntan |
| 'S a choille ruadh fon ghrian |
| 'S iad a sealltain dathan dhomsa |
| Gus an till iad a rithis |
| Tha an latha seachad buintean duinnte |
| Gheibh an caisteal fois na h-oidhch' |
| Gheibh an t-airgead cadal socair |
| Nis tha luchd an t-samhraidh ma sgaoil |
| Mar a dh’atharraich iad ar beoshlaint |
| Mhill iad dualchas cainnt 's ru doigh |
| Ach fhoghair, crathaidh mi do lamh |
| Nis tha luchd an t-samhraidh ma sgaoil |
| Foghar nan eilean |
| Foghar mu thuath |
| Gheibh sinn beatha mar a chleachd sinn |
| Mas tainig an t-sluagh |
| Bidh am fraoch air nam beanntan |
| 'S a choille ruadh fon ghrian |
| 'S iad a sealltain dathan dhomsa |
| Gus an till iad a rithis |
| (translation) |
| The leaves are dancing |
| From the trees in the wind |
| The brown autumn of our year has turned |
| Now the summer visitors are gone |
| Happy leaving me on my island |
| The lochs and the bays are mine |
| My heart resting on the winter hills |
| Now the summer visitors are gone |
| Harvest of the islands |
| Autumn in the north |
| We get life as we used to |
| Before the crowd arrived |
| The heather on the hills |
| And the red forest under the sun |
| They show me colors |
| Until they return again |
| The day is over for us |
| The castle will rest at night |
| The money will get you a restful sleep |
| Now the summer visitors are gone |
| How they changed our way of life |
| They destroyed the tradition of speech and manner |
| But autumn, I will shake your hand |
| Now the summer visitors are gone |
| Harvest of the islands |
| Autumn in the north |
| We get life as we used to |
| Before the crowd arrived |
| The heather on the hills |
| And the red forest under the sun |
| They show me colors |
| Until they return again |