Tha 's e seallad air beulaibh orm Thàinig sin o na h-ainglean Tha cuibhlichean na h-ùine air stad dhuinn Mar a ràinig sinn an am seo ann an ùine Oir mar as fhaisg a tha mi ort Mar as fhaisg a tha mi air neambh
English:
There is a view in front of me That came from the angels The wheels of time have stopped for us As we approach this moment in time Because the closer I am to you, the closer I am to heaven.
Shadows of night angels in the mist of spent mind, awaken from half sleep, granular eyes- the lonely chiming of one a.m., writing of the journey, insomnia creeping- an unwanted gift, and, like a cadence, fragmented thoughts march on- into an overcast dawn.
Who guides you each day? Would you to angels pray? Our guides on the sides, All ethereals, they hide, An open mind we must keep, Blessings from above, love so deep.
Fallen angels, beaten wings Smiles faint Thrown from high Clouds closed, hearts droop Life's race Does cast stars From lofty mountains A loss here, a tear there A year here Now nowhere Shiny stars Now bitten dust Indeed Fallen angels Have beaten wings.