Capercaillie An Eala Bhan (englische Übersetzung) Lyrics

An Eala Bhan (englische Übersetzung) Lyrics

THE WHITE SWAN  
 
Sad I consider my condition 
With my heart engaged with sorrow 
From the very time that I left 
The high bens of the mist 
The little glens of dallaince 
Of the lochans, the bays and the forelands 
And the white swan dwelling there 
Whom I daily pursue. 
 
Maggie, don`t be sad 
Love, if I should die -  
Who among men 
Endures eternally? 
We are all only on a journey 
Like flowers in the deserted cattle fold 
That the year`s wind and rain will bring down 
And that the sun cannot raise. 
 
All the ground around me  
Is like hail in the heavens; 
With the shells exploding -  
I am blinded by smoke: 
My ears are deafened 
By the roar of the cannon; 
But despite the savagery of the moment 
My thoughts are on the girl called MacLeod. 
 
Crouched in the trenches 
My mind is fixed on you, love; 
In sleep I dream of you 
I am not fated to survive; 
My spirit is filled 
With a surfeit of longing 
And my hair once so auburn 
Is now almost white. 
 
Goodnight to you, love 
In your warm, sweet-smelling bed; 
May you have peaceful sleep and afterwards 
May you waken healthy and in good spirits 
I am here in the cold trench 
With the clamour of death in my ears 
With no hope of returning victorious- 
The ocean is too wide to swim.