Inexile Songtext
von Capercaillie feat. Sibèba

Capercaillie
Cascade
An T-Iarla Diurach
Ma′s ann 'gam mhealladh, a ghaoil, a bha thu,
Ma′s ann 'gam mhealladh as deigh do gheallaidh,
'Se luaidh do mholaidh ni mi gu brath,
Ma′s ann ′gam mhealladh, a ghaoil, a bha thu.

Righ! gur mise tha gu tursach,
Gaol an iarla 'ga mo chiurradh,
Tha na deoir a′sior-ruith o m' shuilean
′S mo chridhe bruite le guin do ghraidh.

Bha mi raoir leat 'na mo bhruadar
Thall an Diura nam beann fuara,
Bha do phogan mar bhiolair uaine -
Ach dh′fhalbh am bruadar is dh'fhan an cradh.


Thig, a ghaoil, agus duin mo shuilean
'S a′ chiste-chaoil far nach dean mi dusgadh,
Cuir a sios mi an duslach Diurach,
Oir ′s ann 's an uir a ni mise tamh.

The Bens Of Jura

If deceiving me, o love, thou wert;
If deceiving me despite thy vow;
Yet chant thy praise I ever will,
Tho′ deceiving me, o love, thou wert.

O King! I am the sorrowful one,
And the love of the Earl a-hurting me;
The tears are ever running from mine eyes,
And my heart is bruised with the sting of thy love.

Last night I was with thee in my dream,
Across in Jura of the cold bens;
Thy kisses were like the green water-cresses
- Fled the dream - remained the pain.

Come, o love, and close my eyes
In the narrow kirst where I shall never awake;
Lay me down under earth from Jura -
In the grave alone is there rest for me.