Day by day the haze of city lingers burning these hills of stolen liberty O tir, tir mo run, O tir, tir mo chridhe One day we'll find a young pretender Kindle the fire of Gaeldoni's legacy O tir, tir mo ru , O tir, tir mo chridhe Turning a blind eye to the values of home running the fast lane to belong we'll see the light when the jewels of the crown they are gone. Dean saor, dean saor an spio/rad Is seinn d'orain beo The Cuiaba to Nova Scotia Indians carving their dream of pride and dignity O tir, tir mo ru , O tir, tir na'dhaoine Turning a blind eye to the values of home running the fast lane to belong we'll see the light when the jewels of the crown they are gone Dean saor, dean saor an spio/rad Is seinn d'orain beo Tog do shuil dh'an larmailt machair dubh nan stoir faigh reull do'shilagha lean i gu dan Lift your eyes to the sky a dark (fields of jewels) find the star of your destiny and dare to follow itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
