Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Story, artist - Runrig.
Date of issue: 28.01.2016
Song language: Gaelic
The Story(original) |
'S fhada, 's fhada, an ceòl a bha cho binn |
'S a' ghrian a' dh'èirich air mo chridhe |
Guth nan eun gar dùsgadh bho chadal, àillidh, ciùin |
Moch is deiseil 'son an t-slighe |
And I’m still dreaming of the Hebrides |
And I’m still leaning on the early years |
And I can’t help feeling it will always be |
The story of the life inside of me |
Achadh abaich, eòrna 's seagal 'fàs |
Loch nan ealachan aig tàmh |
B' e siud an dealbh a dh’fhan fad an t-samhraidh sin dhuinn |
'S gach uile samhradh eile a dh’fhalbh |
And I’m still dreaming of the Hebrides |
And I’m still leaning on the early years |
And I can’t help feeling it will always be |
The story of the life inside of me |
'S mi an-diugh a' streap beanntan àrd nam bliadhn' |
Le gach smàl is sgaradh air an t-saoghal |
Ach thig le cinnt là na h-aiseirigh dhuinn |
Mar a thàinig là a chiad-fhairich mi do ghaol |
And I’m still dreaming of the Hebrides |
And I’m still leaning on the early years |
And I can’t help feeling it will always be |
The story of the life inside of me |
The story, the story, the story |
The story, the story, the story |
(translation) |
For a long, long time, the music was so sweet |
As the sun rises on my heart |
The voice of the birds awakens us from sleep, beautiful, calm |
Early and ready for the journey |
And I’m still dreaming of the Hebrides |
And I’m still leaning on the early years |
And I can’t help feeling it will always be |
The story of the life inside of me |
Mature fields, growing barley and rye |
Swan lake at rest |
That was the picture that stayed with us all that summer |
Every other summer has passed |
And I’m still dreaming of the Hebrides |
And I’m still leaning on the early years |
And I can’t help feeling it will always be |
The story of the life inside of me |
Today I'm climbing the high mountains of the years' |
With all the flames and divisions in the world |
But the day of the resurrection will surely come for us |
As the day came I first felt your love |
And I’m still dreaming of the Hebrides |
And I’m still leaning on the early years |
And I can’t help feeling it will always be |
The story of the life inside of me |
The story, the story, the story |
The story, the story, the story |