Celtic Lyrics Corner > Artists & Groups > Capercaillie > Beautiful Wasteland > Am Mur Gorm
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Mur b'e thusa bhiodh an Cuilithionn | But for you the Cuillin would be |
'Na mhur eagarra gorm | An exact and serrated blue rampart |
Ag crioslachadh le bhalla-criche | Girdling with its march-wall |
Na tha 'nam chridhe borb | All that is in my barbarous heart |
Mur b'e thusa bhiodh a'ghaineamh | But for you the sand |
Tha'n Talasgar dumhail geal | That is in Talisker, compact and white |
'Na clar biothbuan do mo dhuilean | Would be a measureless plain to my expectations |
Air nach tilleadh an run-ghath | And on it the spear desire would not turn back |
'S mur b'e thusa bhiodh na cuantan | But for you the oceans |
'Nan luasgan is 'nan tamh | In their unrest and their repose |
A'togail cair mo bhuadhan | Would raise the wave crest of my mind |
'Ga cur air suaimhneas ard | And settle it on a high serenity |
Don't tell me it's easier alone Don't tell me your world don't need a home Savor the first drops of rain Falling on your soul's dusty plains |
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'S bhiodh am monadh donn riabhach | And the brown brindled moorland |
Agus mo chiall co-shint | And my reason would co-extend |
'Ach chuir thusa orra riaghladh | But you imposed on them an edict |
Os cionn mo phianaidh fhin | Above my own pain |
Agus air creachainn chein fhasmhoir | And on a distant luxuriant summit |
Chinn blathmhor Craobh nan Teud | There blossomed the Tree of Strings |
'Na meangach duillich t'aodann | Among its leafy branches your face |
Mo chiall is aogas reil | My reason and the likeness of a star |
Don't tell me it's easier alone Don't tell me your world don't need a home Savor the first drops of rain Falling on your soul's dusty plains |
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Mur b'e thusa bhiodh an Cuilithionn | But for you the Cuillin would be |
'Na mhur eagarra gorm | An exact and serrated blue rampart |
Ag crioslachadh le bhalla-criche | Girdling with its march-wall |
Na tha 'nam chridhe borb | All that is in my barbarous heart |