A Mhaighdean Bhan Uasal

I remember, far away in the past, I had my own lullaby. Today, perhaps lullaby is the most endangered trasures above the today world. So when I hear the song of which language comes from distant land, it makes me feel warm and comfortable. A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth Mise ri d' thaobh, O …

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Over the Rainbow

My soul is melting, my days are shaking. If tommorow ever comes, I want to wake up on the land where no problem arises. Someplace where there isn't any trouble. Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto? There must be. It's not a place you can get to by a boat, or a …

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