Capercaillie
The Blood Is Strong
The High Swelling
The permanent swelling, hear the sound of its swelling
The noise of the ocean is as heard by me in my patch,
Unchanged without pity, sweeping the sands of the beach
The permanent throbbing, hear the sound of the throbbing ad
But I will travel from you, I will no longer move in your dale
My age is it is my pleasure to mention the shortness of my day
'In the time for me to sleep' in the cold and the sleep of death
My bed makes up for the sound of the air.