Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Foghar Nan Eilean '78, artist - Runrig. Album song The Highland Connection, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 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 |