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Fo
na gealachean
Air rathad da mhile bliadhn'
Co
chreideadh na dh' fhairich sinn
'S na chunniac sinn ri ar
linn
Dh' fhas am fasach suas
Far an do chuir sinn siol
ar naire
Dileab mor nan daoine
An t-acras is am
pathadh
Anns an aineolas
Chaidh ar gairdeachas air
chall
Da mhile bliadhna
Air an rathad lethainn
mhall
Tha mi direadh a' chnuic as aird'
Airson
sealladh, dhan an talamh
Air cul a' ghlinne taobh eile
thall
Air sraidean baile a mhaireas
An la nach
criochnaich is nach gluais
Tro na h-aireamhean
Mar
fharadh theid sinn suas
Anns an dealachadh
Atharraichidh
sinn an am priobadh suil
Thoir dhuinn an aireamh nuadh
Na
laithean buan
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Below
many moons
On a two thousand year old road
Who could
have believed all that we have seen
And suffered in our
generation
The wilderness has grown
Where we have sown
the seeds of our shame
Hunger and thirst
The legacy of
our population
In our ignorance
Our joy has lost
direction
Two thousand years
On the slow broad way
I
am climbing up the highest hill
For a sight of the
landscape
Behind the other side of the valley
On the
streets of the everlasting city
Day will not end, time will
not shift
Up through the numbers
We will rise like
stepping on a ladder
In the parting
We will be
transformed in the blink of an eye
Give us the new
number
The eternal days
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