Fear-Allabain - Capercaillie

'Stric tha thu 'g radh nach fhaigh thu cadal

E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho

Mucht' mat a tha thu a' tamh a's a bhaile

Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho



'Smor tha an iondrainn a tha bhuat-sa

E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho

Dhol leis a; ghaoith ghlan mar bu dual dhut

hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho



Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach

'S e do chridhe as fhearr a dh'aithnicheas

Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach

Cur an rathad mor fo d' chasan-sa



The Wanderer



You often say you can't get sleep

Suffocating as you are in the city



Much you long for what you lack

To go with the cleansing wind as heredity dictates



Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness

Your heart it is that knows best

Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness

Set your feet on the highway