Am tond trethan
Am fuaim mara
Am dam secht ndirend
Am s? Ig I n-aill
Am d? Are gr? Ne
Am cain lubai
Am torc ar gail
Am he I l-lind
Am loch I m-maig
Am br? A ndai
Am g? I i fodb fras feochtu
Am d? Delbas do chind codnu
Coiche nod gleith clochur sl? Be
Cia on co tagair aesa? Scai
Cia du I l-laig fuiniud gr? Ne
Cia beir buar o thig tethrach
Cia buar tethrach tibi
Cia d? M, cia d? Delbas faebru a ndind ailsiu
C? Inte I'm gai, cainte gaithe
I am the wind on the sea
I am the stormy wave
I am the sound of the ocean
I am the bull with seven horns
I am the hawk on the cliff face
I am the sun's tear
I am the beautiful flower
I am the boar on the rampage
I am the salmon in the pool
I am the lake on the plain
I am the defiant word
I am the spear charging into battle
I am the god who put fire in your head
Who made the trails through stone mountains
Who knows the age of the moon
Who knows where the setting sun rests
Who took the cattle from the house of the warcrow
Who pleases the warcrow's cattle
What bull, what god created the mountain skyline
The cutting word, the cold word
Am gaeth I m-muir Am tond trethan Am fuaim mara Am dam secht ndirend Am s? Ig I n-aill Am d? Are gr? Ne Am cain lubai Am torc ar gail Am he I l-lind Am loch I m-maig Am br? A ndai Am g? I i fodb fras feochtu Am d? Delbas do chind codnu Coiche nod gleith clochur sl? Be Cia on co tagair aesa? Scai Cia du I l-laig fuiniud gr? Ne Cia beir buar o thig tethrach Cia buar tethrach tibi Cia d? M, cia d? Delbas faebru a ndind ailsiu C? Inte I'm gai, cainte gaithe I am the wind on the sea I am the stormy wave I am the sound of the ocean I am the bull with seven horns I am the hawk on the cliff face I am the sun's tear I am the beautiful flower I am the boar on the rampage I am the salmon in the pool I am the lake on the plain I am the defiant word I am the spear charging into battle I am the god who put fire in your head Who made the trails through stone mountains Who knows the age of the moon Who knows where the setting sun rests Who took the cattle from the house of the warcrow Who pleases the warcrow's cattle What bull, what god created the mountain skyline The cutting word, the cold word Explain Request ×
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