tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193558082024-03-13T14:26:39.570+00:00Mo chuid bhàrdachdAir do shocair orm, ‘s e neach-ionnsachaidh a th’ annam-sa. An e bàrdach a th' ann anns na loidhneachan a tha seo? Uill ag innse na fìrinn chan eil mi a' smaoineachadh gur e gu mòran feum idir ach bidh a bheachd fhèin air gach leughadhar.Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1167572518627742712006-12-31T13:41:00.000+00:002006-12-31T13:41:58.640+00:00Fèis dhìoghaltais<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Le tachartas cho borb<br />An seòrsa deamocrasaidh a fhuair Iarac<br />A’ tionndadh aintighearna gu martarach?<br />Sruth làidir gràine eile<br />A’ neartachadh na tuile</span>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1152044431930100132006-07-04T21:18:00.000+01:002006-07-04T21:35:45.806+01:00Rudeigin gam phùtadh<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/1600/thalictrumpourp.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/400/thalictrumpourp.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Thalictrum purpaidh a’ crìonadh<br />Fitheach a’ dol an sàs sa chòinnich<br />Air mullach Woollies<br />Naidheachdan millteach sa Nairnshire Telegraph<br /><br />Ruitheaman samhraidh a’ ruith mar bu choir<br />Feadhainn dhiubh gun chiall<br />A bhios soilleir dhuinn<br /><br />Copan tì, sgona agus gathan fann na grèine<br />Air bòrd geal cruinn plastaig<br />Bòrd a tha a’ crìonadh cuideachd san dòigh mì-nàdarra fhèin<br /><br />Rudeigin nach eil mi buileach a’ tuigsinn<br />Gam phùtadh<br />Nas doimhne, nas doimhne<br />A-steach don Ghàidhlig</span>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1150493463144439802006-06-16T22:29:00.000+01:002006-06-16T22:55:29.680+01:00There but for the grace of God go I<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Gu tur air chall<br />Ga roiligeadh sa choìs-uisge<br />Agus na lusan ud fo làn bhlàth agus àrd<br />Ri taobh na h-aibhne<br />Abhainn àlainn nam Feàrna<br />Agus boillsgidhean na grèine<br />Measgaichte le smaointean troimh-a-chèile<br /><br />Bha e air leth spaideil na choltais<br />A dh’ aindeoin an t-suidheachadh<br />Agus cron tìm agus na dibhe<br />Chaidh e sìos dhan bhaile<br />Sa dhèise ghrinn<br />Cheannaich e biadh<br />Agus an uair sin cùisean do-sheachanta<br /></span><br /><embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_tiny_black.swf" quality="high" width="145" height="25" name="audio_player_tiny_black" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="audio_id=1337201&audio_duration=62.044&valid_sample_rate=true&external_url=http://media.odeo.com//files/7/0/9/533709.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /></embed><br /><a style="font-size: 9px; padding-left: 35px; color: #D7A85D; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://odeo.com/audio/1337201/view"><strong>ODEO Nach e teicneòlas mìorbhailteach?</strong></a>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1147520318221733142006-05-13T12:37:00.000+01:002006-05-13T12:41:42.783+01:00A’ cur maille<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/1600/botailcrioch.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/400/botailcrioch.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Spealgan</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"> uaine sa ghrèine a’ toirt fianais<br />A’ cur maille air mo nàbaidh agus a chàr<br />A tighinn às tiotag ann am beatha air choireigin<br />San dorchadas oidhche haoine<br /><br />Fuaim glainne a’ briseadh<br />Fuaim airgid sa chiste<br />Cearcall an eaconamaidh.</span>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1136589452906587592006-01-06T23:06:00.000+00:002006-01-06T23:17:32.920+00:00Shìos aig an stèisean<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/1600/Img_7323.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/400/Img_7323.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Bha iad nan tosd<br />Le coltas cianail orra<br />A’ gabhail an àiteachean ceart<br />Gach fear aca air a chòmhdach le aodaich doilleir<br />Dìreach mar a bha an aimsir<br />Choimhead iad air thoisich<br />Cha do ghluais iad<br />‘S e àm meòrachadh a bh’ ann<br />Agus an uair sin obair an latha<br />Sa bhaile mhòr<br /><br />Bhris teaghlach a-steach a’ choitheanal<br />A-mach às an dorchadas<br />Bha nighean le Jack Russell<br />Leig an triùr eile soraidh leatha<br />Cainnt, dath agus faireachdainn nan cois<br />Mus dh’ fhalbh an trèana a dh’ ionnsaigh Inbhir Nis</span>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1136046657116338582005-12-31T16:28:00.000+00:002005-12-31T17:50:57.416+00:00Thàinig am fàileadh a nall<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/1600/0170102.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/320/0170102.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">An dè bha am Probhaist ris a chuid pàidhichean<br />Thàinig am fàileadh<br />Gam tàladh<br />‘S a chuir nam chuimhne<br />Nuair a dh’ ithe mi beathaichean<br /><br />Tha am Probhaist daonnan ann an deagh shunnd<br />Ach tha mòran a’ càineadh<br />Na h-ughdarrasan ionadail<br />Airson a h-uile sìon:<br />A h-uile pian a ghabhas sna pòcaidean<br />Tuill sna ràitheadan<br />Àrdachadh chìsean </span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Agus nas miosa buileach<br />An caill sinn ainm na Siorramachd? </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Os ar cionn<br />Loidhneachan gheòidh ri fhaicinn<br />A’ leantainn am pàtran<br />Thairis air na dathan fanna<br />Fada nas dorra ri thuigsinn<br />Ach fada nas sìmplidh<br /><br />Bliadhna mhath ùr nuair a thig i!</span>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1135816485513130622005-12-29T00:30:00.000+00:002005-12-29T11:44:03.553+00:00Bidh am biadh deiseil ann an 20 mionaid<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/1600/blogging405b.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/400/blogging405b.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"> Bidh am biadh deiseil ann an 20 mionaid<br /><br />Thuirt an duine geal<br />San taigh-biadh Innseanach<br />Ghabh sinn an cothrom den ùine ghoirid<br />Agus rinn sin air sràidean Baile nan Iasgairean<br />A’ coimhead air solais Nollaige<br />Taobh a-muigh taighean<br />A’ dèanamh coimeas eadar bliadhnaichean<br />San adhair ciùin chunnaic sin grunn teaghlaichean<br />A ghluasad thall ‘s a bhos<br /><br />Tunnagan a’ seòladh fon an drochaidh-òtrachais<br />Le sgilean glan nàdarrach </span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">A h-uile fear aca làidir na chorp<br />‘S e coibhneas agus aran as coireach<br />Faisg air làimh corra-ghritheach<br />Ag iasgach agus coma gu bheil an seisean seachad<br /><br />Ach ‘s e tinneas na dighe as coireach<br />Airson an fhir a thilleas dachaigh<br />Gu slaodach, le smaointean grànda<br />Sgrìobhte air aodann<br />A’ cagnadh air an fhìor dhuine<br />Fhathast ri fhaighinn uaireannan<br />Tron mhuir na dighe a th’air a bhogadh<br /><br />An A96 a’ giùlain cus trafaig mar as àbhaist<br />Luchd-caitheamh a dhèanamh mar bu chòir<br />An t-eaconamaidh a’ cumail a’ dol<br />Chaidh iad dhan mìle an òir<br />Nan ceudan<br />O Fharrais, O Eilginn, agus nas fhada na sin<br /><br />Deugairean le planaichean<br />A bhriseas botail falamh de bhuckfast<br />Às an t-sealladh den CCTV<br />Ann an treun an neirt<br />A’ lorg susbaint<br />A’ lorg ciall</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Ach blas eile san adhair<br />Spioraid sònraichte buailteach a bhriseadh a-mach<br />A’ toirt aisling do mhac an duine,<br />Aisling dòchais,<br />Tha teans eile againn airson mionaid no dhà<br />A bhith diofraichte<br /><br />Agus na reultan a’ cumail sùil oirnn h-uile<br />Agus ar gnothaichean aimsireil</span>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1134952185149239252005-12-19T00:24:00.000+00:002005-12-20T01:04:56.193+00:00Dannsa na h-uarach as ìsle grèine<div align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/1600/cawdor65.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/320/cawdor65.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>Seo rudeigin eile a sgrìobh mi sa Fhraingis aig an àm seo den bhliadhna ann an 1999. A-nochd rinn mi eadar-theangachadh. Ma tha ùidh agad sa Fhraingis <a href="http://www.netcomuk.co.uk/~dscholes/jardin4j.html">seo e</a> agus ma tha thu fhathast gam leughadh seo e sa Ghàidhlig:-)</em><br /><br />Tha beul an latha a’ tighinn gu slaodach<br />Aig astar màirnealach ach cinnteach<br /><br />‘S e an latha mu dheireadh<br />Den leann-dubh<br />A-màireach, bidh e gan toirt chun an earraich<br /><br />Tha a’ chuid lusach leis na gasan marbh<br />Air an gearradh sìos an aghaidh solais na maidne<br />Eòlach air an atharrachadh a tha tighinn leis an tìde<br /><br />Tha gucagan nan Calltainn bhana-bhuidseach<br />Air an dòigh agus a’ dèanamh deiseil<br />Agus tha an ròs deireannach<br />Na mhìorbhail<br />A toirt fiamh-ghàire air na gàirnealairean<br /><br />Fo na gathan<br />Tha an aigne a’ dùsgadh leis an t-solais<br />Obair an latha a’ toirt tlachdmhor<br />Fon dealbh nàdair<br />Ga sheòladh a’ dh’ionnsaigh an t-solais<br /><br />Aig ciaradh an fheasgair<br />Os cionn an t-Òrd*<br />Tha a’ ghealach làn<br />Sa chruth aice<br />A’ ghealach as motha<br />A chì mi a riamh<br /><br />S’ ann a’ gearradh nan cluarain a tha mi<br />Fon thalamh tha na freumhan<br />Ag ullachadh an cuid òrain<br />An cruinne le coltais bainne gam lorg<br />A’ cur piseach air m’inntinn<br />Cothroman nam mìltean airson na h-oidhche<br /><br />Muir shocair dhraoidheil<br />Ga togail nam chridhe<br />Tha mo smaointinn deiseil airson a’ dannsadh<br /><br /><em>* ‘S e cnoc faisg air Caladair (Cawdor) a th’ann agus 's e ‘The Ord’ a th' air aig muinntir an àite seo.</em></span></div>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1134846357526026632005-12-17T19:00:00.000+00:002005-12-18T12:33:30.033+00:00La pomme la plus haut<div align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/1600/rainbowa.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="282" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/400/rainbowa.jpg" width="322" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Seo rudeigin a sgrìobh mi ann an 1999, ‘s e an Dùbhlachd a bh’ ann cuideachd. Bha mi a’ feuchainn a thoirt seachad mo chuid fhaireachdainn ris a’ Ghàidhlig . Fhuair mi taic leis an Fhraingis o </span><a href="http://www.monjardinfleuri.com/"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">bhana-charaid chòir Québécois</span></a><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">. Tha mi duilich mur a bheil Fraingis agad. Ma dh’ fhaoidte cuiridh mi Gàidhlig air san àm ri teachd.</span></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">La pomme la plus haute </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Certains croient déjà </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Qu'on la parlait dans le jardin</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Le premier jardin </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Et que les fleurs la parlent encore<br />Cette pomme la plus haute<br />Ce langage d'une nation</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Une nation en renaissance </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Cette langue parlée seulement </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Sur les lèvres d'un pour cent<br />Mais à côté d'une montagne </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Et de tous les bijoux du monde</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Ses mots scintillent plus brillants </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Chacun, comme une lumière</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">À travers la belle Écosse<br />Elle s'accroche par un fil </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Son destin est peut-être décidé</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Mais aujourd'hui, je peux encore partager </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Ses trésors vivants<br />Écoute sa magie </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Viendras-tu sur la piste de danse? </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Décembre 99</span></div>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1133733436076786992005-12-04T21:55:00.000+00:002005-12-04T22:32:03.956+00:00Nam aisling chuala mi spealan dòchais a’ seinn<div align="center"> Tha mi a’ toirt sùil a-null turas eile<br />Bidh e gu siorraidh nam chuimhne<br />(nuair a shaoil mi)<br />Am fuaim brèagha a chuala mi<br />Am broinn an achaidh<br />Rinn an stàilinn rann<br />Air am bàrr GM<br />An oidhche a chaidh na reubaltaich<br />a-steach an rìoghachd Sheumais Ghrannd<br /><br />As dèidh mèars sàmhach<br />tro na coilltean dorcha den Eilean Dhubh<br />B’ urrainn dhut an t-aonta faireachdainn<br />Na ghabhail grèim air an dorchadas<br /><br />Chuir na companaich fallas<br />Ruith an ùine gu math luath oirnn<br />‘S nochd beagan solais<br />air a’ chearcall gu deas<br />Bha e an aghaidh toll an luchd-obrach<br />An cuid sàr obair a’ trèigsinn<br />Ach cha robh e glic a’ fuireach<br />Gus am briseadh latha<br /><br />Gu-obann ghluais sia geòidh os ar cionn<br />Le beagan ceò agus fuaim na h-itealaich aca<br />Bha sinn gan leantainn<br />‘S e sreang fhada shàmhach a bh’ annainn<br />eadar ceò ‘s am bàrr marbh<br />na spealan a’ gabhail fois sna làmhan reubaltaich </div>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1133111540619380032005-11-27T17:09:00.000+00:002005-11-27T17:12:20.620+00:00Tha an teine gad ionndrainn<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/1600/Img_5578.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/400/Img_5578.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Dh’ fhàs i na b’fhainne gu math luath<br />Ar caraid o sia bliadhna deug.<br />A bheil e amaideachd a bhith cho dlùth<br />air peataichean?<br />uaireannan seach air a’ ghnè fhèin,<br />air na creutairean<br />nach eil buailteach a bhith leam-leat<br />air na caractaran nan làthair<br />gu onarach, gu dìleas<br />Gus an tig an lath<br />Nach urrainnear a sheachnadh<br />Snàthad bhàis a fònadh<br /><br />Tha an teine gad ionndrainn fad’s a e a’ cur sneachd<br />Taobh a-muigh far an robh do rìoghachd<br />Tachartas eile sa bhaile ri taobh na mara<br />Abhainn eachdraidh gun sgùr a h-uile latha</span>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1133111304346006912005-11-27T17:04:00.000+00:002005-11-27T17:08:24.350+00:00Gathan nan trì-ficheadan<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Gathan a’ lùbadh air an slighe</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">tro na botail liomaineud</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">A’ glacadh na dathan diofraichte nam broinn</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Gathan fhathast a’ siubhal</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">mus do laigh iad air an leabaidh</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Samhradh taobh-a-muigh a’ toirt ionnsaigh air an rùm</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Teas ‘s fuaimean ìosal a’ bhaile mhargaidh</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">às na speuran na bu glainne</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Gathan nan trì-ficheadan</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">fhathast làidir nam smaointinn</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Nuair a ghabhas mi sgrìob seachad an taigh ud</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Shìos fada gu deas</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">‘S e deuchainn a rinn iad leis na dathan</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Ghabh na luchd-ceannaich riutha</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">‘s mise air mo dhòigh glan</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Thug mi iad gu mòr orm</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">nuair a chunnaic mi na h-annasan</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">sna gathan grèine sònraichte</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">An aisling fhathast gam thoirt air ais</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Sa bhad tha mi air falbh ris an t-sruth</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">ach chan eil e gu diofar dhomh</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Tillidh mi daonnan</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">dhan chladach chracte a’ mhillennium seo</span>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1133111002649862712005-11-27T17:01:00.000+00:002005-11-27T17:03:22.650+00:00A’ bruidhinn riut<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/1600/Img_6536.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4815/777/400/Img_6536.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Tha taibhse còmhraidh</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">O samhradh eile a’ priobadh orm</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">‘S a’ tarraing m’ aire chun na h-oisne</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Far an d’ rinn mi conaltradh</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Mus do shuidh mi air an trèan oidhche</span> </div>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1133110568305365602005-11-27T16:53:00.000+00:002005-11-27T16:56:08.306+00:00Bha cogais na fìor chruaidh britheamh<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Sheall mi air </span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Do fhalt fada dubh</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Ri taobh an lochan </span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Gu-obann dh' fhoillsich sionnach e-fhèin</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Gealach shunndach os a chion</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">‘S an uair sin </span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Thill sinn dhan bhaile mhòr</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Thusa a’ gluasad nad àrd-aoibhneas</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Ri solas coinnle</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">‘S mise gad leantainn</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Thug thu fiamh-gàire dhomh</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Ghoid sinn grunn mionaidean eile</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Gun suim sam bith againn</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Ann an ciont no nàire </span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Gu mi fhortanach</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Bha cuisean fhathast gar feitheamh</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Bha cogais na fìor chruaidh bhritheamh<br /></span>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355808.post-1133101231225765352005-11-27T14:20:00.000+00:002005-11-27T16:51:21.400+00:00A bheil car snog agad?<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Bha agam a’ dol airson tiops<br />Ach bha e a’ dòrtadh<br />Lorg mi am facal Gàidhlig airson ‘Apocalypse’<br />Tha an cruinne air blàthachadh<br />‘S bha fhathast agam a’ dol airson tiops<br />Ach dh’ fhuireach mi mionaid air a shon<br />A’ coimhead air tachartasan ‘beò’ Nouvelle-Orléans</span>Graisghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238279516517079956noreply@blogger.com0