I was no more than three days old too young to speak too young to count my toes I think of fields where I might run this moral twilight I've been plucked
Oh boatman, na ho ro eile Oh boatman, na ho ro eile Oh boatman, na ho ro eile My blessings with you wherever you go Translation: Often I look from the
With a crime of passion lie those dreams of yesterday Broken like the snows of January Silence will fall on those masters of shame When the family garden
Alasdair, son of exile Cholla In your hand I would entrust deeds. Chant... The lord of Ach-nam-breac would be killed by you Chant... He would be buried
Bản dịch: Capercaillie. Tobermory.
Bản dịch: Capercaillie. Sunday Morning.
Bản dịch: Capercaillie. Shelter.
Bản dịch: Capercaillie. Sardinia.
Bản dịch: Capercaillie. 's Fhada Leam An Oidhche Gheamhraidh.
Bản dịch: Capercaillie. Shieling Maids (Translation).
Bản dịch: Capercaillie. Oh My Country (Translation).
Bản dịch: Capercaillie. Oh My Boatman (Translation).
Bản dịch: Capercaillie. Maighdeanan Na H-Airidh.
Bản dịch: Capercaillie. I Feel The Winter Night Long (Translation).
Bản dịch: Capercaillie. Cumha Do Dh'uilleam Soisal.
Bản dịch: Capercaillie. Chisholm Lament (Translation).
Bản dịch: Capercaillie. An Ataireachd Ard.
Bản dịch: Capercaillie. Alasdair Mhic Colla.