Biografia:
Runrig son un grupo de musica folclorica escocesa fundada por lo hermanos Rory y Calcum McDonald en 1973 en las rurales islas del oeste de Escocia. Combinan de una manera original la musica en gaelico (lengua minoritaria en Escocia y otro paises celtas) con el sonido rock, reflejando la cultura gaelica.
Runrig es un icono el folk-rock en Escocia siendo, probablemente, el grupo de este tipo de música mas popular de todo el Reino Unido.
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Outras músicas:
- Every River
- Hearts Of Olden Glory
- Pride Of Summer
- Protect And Survive
- The Ocean Road
- Year Of The Flood
- 18Th July
- A Dhinnse Na Firinn
- Abhainn An T
- Air A Chuan
- Air An Traigh
- Alba
- All The Miles
- All Things Must Change
- Always The Winner
- Amazing Things
- An Cuibhle Mor
- An Ros
- An T
- An Ubhal As Airde
- And The Accordions Played
- And Well Sing
- Ard
- Big Sky
- Big Songs Of Hope And Cheer
- Book Of Golden Stories
- Canada
- Cearcal A Chuain
- Cho Buidhe Sa Bha I Riabh
- City Of Lights
- Clash Of The Ash
- Cnoc Na Feille
- Da Mile Bliadhna
- Dance Called America
- Dream Fields
- Dust
- Edge Of The World
- Eirinn
- Empty Glens
- Every Beating Heart
- Fichead Bliadhna
- Flower Of The West
- Foghar Nan Eilean 78
- Forever Eyes Of Blue
- Gabriels Sword
- Going Home
- Harvest Moon
- Headlights
- Healer In Your Heart
- Hearthammer
- Ill Keep Coming Home
- In Scandinavia
- In Search Of Angels
- Life Is
- Lighthouse
- Loch Lomond
- Mairi
- May Morning
- Maymorning
- Meadhan Oidhche Air An Acarseid
- Morning Tide
- Move A Mountain
- News From Heaven
- Nightfall On Marsco S Tu Mo Leannan
- O Cho Meallt
- Onar
- One Thing
- Only The Brave
- Oran
- Our Earth Was Once Green
- Pog Aon Oidhche Earraich
- Precious Years
- Pride Of The Summer
- Proterra
- Ravenscraig
- Recovery
- Rise And Fall
- Road And The River
- Rocket To The Moon
- Running To The Light
- Saints Of The Soil
- Satellite Flood
- Siol Ghoraidh
- Skye
- Smalltown
- Somewhere
- Song Of The Earth
- Sraidean Na Roinn
- Stamping Ground
- Stepping Down The Glory Road
- Tear Down These Walls
- Thairis Air A Ghleann
- That Final Mile
- That Other Landscape
- The Apple Came Down
- The Cutter
- The Dancing Floor
- The Everlasting Gun
- The Greatest Flame
- The Message
- The Mighty Atlantic
- The Old Boys
- The Only Rose
- The Place Where The Rivers Run
- The Ship
- The Story
- The Wedding
- The Wire
- The Years We Shared
- Things That Are
- This Beautiful Pain
- This Darkest Winter
- This Day
- This Is Not A Love Song
- This Time Of Year
- Tir A Mhurain
- Tir An Airm
- Travellers
- Wall Of China One Man
- Wonderful
- Worker For The Wind
- World Appeal
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Runrig - Alba (Scotland)
This is one of Runrig's Gaelic songs.
I've included a translation at the bottom for those who are interested.
Intro: Dm, C, Dm, C
Dm C
Air sgiath a' seoladh nan neoil
Dm C
'S an domhain liath
Dm C
Mar dhealbh a' tighinn beo tro na sgothan
Dm C
'S mi a' tilleadh gu tir
Dm C
Alba nam beanntan ard
Dm C
Nan acraichean lom
Dm C
Thairis air na lochan mointich
Dm C
Nan coilltean 's nan gleann
Am F C G
A-a-a-a-lba
Am F C G
A-a-a-a-lb
[Intro chords]
Ach 'se sealladh leointe is gann
Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn
Talamh alainn nan daoine
Fhathast an lamhan duine no dithis
Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas
Na fasaichean a tuath
An taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann
Gun chumhachd gun ghuth
[Chorus]
Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh
Taigh ri taigh
Gus nach bi ait anns an tir
An gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth
Ach 's math dhomh bhith seo an drasd
A cur failt air a' bhlas
'San tir a tha cho ur dhomh an diugh
Is a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam phaisd
[Chorus]
Enjoy!
Translation
This flight is sailing through the clouds
And the blue heavens
The homeland appears like a developing photograph
Through the mists as I return to land
I see Scotland of the high mountains
And the empty acres
Flying low across the moorland lochs
The forests and the glens
Scotland
Scotland
But it's a wounding and a hollow sight
Here as we reach the end of the century
The beautiful soil of the people
Still in the hands of the few
I see the wheels of industry at a standstill
And the northern lands wasted
And the empty house in Edinburgh
Without authority or voice
You that have laid field upon field
House upon house
Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone
In the midst of all the earth
But it is good for me to be here now
As I welcome the warmth
In this land that's as exciting for me today
As it was the day I was born
This is one of Runrig's Gaelic songs.
I've included a translation at the bottom for those who are interested.
Intro: Dm, C, Dm, C
Dm C
Air sgiath a' seoladh nan neoil
Dm C
'S an domhain liath
Dm C
Mar dhealbh a' tighinn beo tro na sgothan
Dm C
'S mi a' tilleadh gu tir
Dm C
Alba nam beanntan ard
Dm C
Nan acraichean lom
Dm C
Thairis air na lochan mointich
Dm C
Nan coilltean 's nan gleann
Am F C G
A-a-a-a-lba
Am F C G
A-a-a-a-lb
[Intro chords]
Ach 'se sealladh leointe is gann
Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn
Talamh alainn nan daoine
Fhathast an lamhan duine no dithis
Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas
Na fasaichean a tuath
An taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann
Gun chumhachd gun ghuth
[Chorus]
Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh
Taigh ri taigh
Gus nach bi ait anns an tir
An gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth
Ach 's math dhomh bhith seo an drasd
A cur failt air a' bhlas
'San tir a tha cho ur dhomh an diugh
Is a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam phaisd
[Chorus]
Enjoy!
Translation
This flight is sailing through the clouds
And the blue heavens
The homeland appears like a developing photograph
Through the mists as I return to land
I see Scotland of the high mountains
And the empty acres
Flying low across the moorland lochs
The forests and the glens
Scotland
Scotland
But it's a wounding and a hollow sight
Here as we reach the end of the century
The beautiful soil of the people
Still in the hands of the few
I see the wheels of industry at a standstill
And the northern lands wasted
And the empty house in Edinburgh
Without authority or voice
You that have laid field upon field
House upon house
Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone
In the midst of all the earth
But it is good for me to be here now
As I welcome the warmth
In this land that's as exciting for me today
As it was the day I was born
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