In The Highlands
In the dales of Scotland I walked in the spring
[...] the colors and scents, [...] the colors and scents
And I said that was good, I wandered in the summer
And I thought that was the best
To the beeches of the highlands I came in the autumn
These are the tales of a silent song
The gold and the red, the whispering of the leaves
To the beeches of the highlands I came in the autumn
Tales of the tales of a silent song
The gold and the red, the whispering of the leaves
Far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands
Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands
My rose went up and sang in the sky
And now all these lie back in my mind
And I walked and sang in the highlands
My rose went up and sang in the sky
And now all these lie back in my mind
And I walked and sang in the highlands
Yes, this is my song of a land in the north, a never, a neverending, a neverending, neverending story
Yes, this is my song of a land in the north, far away from home, far away, far away from home
Far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands
Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands
Far away, far away, far away in the highlands
Far away, far away, far away in the highlands
Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away in the highlands
Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands
Nas Terras Altas
Nas colinas da Escócia eu andei na primavera
[...] as cores e os aromas, [...] as cores e os aromas
E eu disse que era bom, eu vaguei no verão
E pensei que era o melhor
Para os faias das terras altas eu fui no outono
Essas são as histórias de uma canção silenciosa
O dourado e o vermelho, o sussurro das folhas
Para os faias das terras altas eu fui no outono
Histórias das histórias de uma canção silenciosa
O dourado e o vermelho, o sussurro das folhas
Longe, longe, longe, longe nas terras altas
Longe, longe, longe, longe, longe nas terras altas
Minha rosa subiu e cantou no céu
E agora tudo isso repousa na minha mente
E eu andei e cantei nas terras altas
Minha rosa subiu e cantou no céu
E agora tudo isso repousa na minha mente
E eu andei e cantei nas terras altas
Sim, essa é minha canção de uma terra ao norte, um nunca, uma história sem fim, uma história sem fim, sem fim
Sim, essa é minha canção de uma terra ao norte, longe de casa, longe, longe de casa
Longe, longe, longe, longe nas terras altas
Longe, longe, longe, longe, longe nas terras altas
Longe, longe, longe nas terras altas
Longe, longe, longe nas terras altas
Longe, longe, longe, longe, longe nas terras altas
Longe, longe, longe, longe, longe nas terras altas