Siri, I'm drunk. Isn't that a little early for that?. . All hype. . It's friday night. And the weather is good. My mates are on the way. I'm stoked because.
Aruanda e Aruanda e, Aruanda. Aruanda e camara. Aruanda e Aruanda e, Aruanda. Aruanda e camara. Vem de dentro do peito. Essa chama que acende. Meu corpo inteiro nao pode parar.
I'm going to love you. The worst I can love you. The worst I can love you. For good. You treated me bad. And you made my libido sad. I can't figure out what planet you're from.
There's no radio, I love you. Gone a disiderated town. See all the sorrow to follow. God is far over.
Memories have only open space to give. And as I think to the past. There's nothing left to see. So future man open your arms to me. Let me have the words as the moon speaks to the sea.
Listen. Jump on a moonbeam and ride. Ride it, glide it all the way. As the moon speaks. To the waves of the sea. And the ocean relic. Of the time it used to be.
What was my arm worth. when they took it away ?. In the spirited rush that set up. Armistice Day.. . Where did they push them, Fella ?. Where and which way ?.
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone. It's not warm when he's away. Ain't no sunshine when he's gone. And he's always gone too long. Anytime he goes away.
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An ataireachd bhuan, cluinn fuaim na h-ataireachd ard. Tha torann a chuain mar chualas leamsa 'nam phaisd,. Gun mhuthadh gun truas, a' sluaisreadh gainneamh na tragh's.
Here is the song "Am buchaille ban" which Capercaillie do a lovely. version of on their Crosswinds album. I was sent these words by John. Angus Macleod of Gaidhlig Aig Deas, who got them from someone at An Comunn.
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 at the edge of the loch.
Alasdair Mhic oho. Cholla ghasda oho. As do laimh-s' gun oho. Earbhainn tapaidh trom eile. (refrain). Chall eile bho chall a ho ro. Chall eile bho chall a ho ro.
When day is over and life is done. Mine eyes have closed and my strength has gone,. O westwards take me and quietly lay me. In Aignish graveyard beside the sea..
An ciaradh m'fheasgair 's mo bheath' air claoidh. Mo rosg air dunadh 's a' bhas gun chli.. Stiuir curs' an lar leam gu Eilean ciatach. Gu Aignish sgiamhach far an d'araich mi..