Текст песни eilean mor - Берега

I sold my soul , for the fact that never
Do not see the land , to forget their native shores .
They are not my home - they are death to me ,
I would be better to run away from the lighthouse light .

But it did not have any oceans or seas,
To drown melancholy spent nights
Burned quarter , in the edge where every look and style
I could hurt in the heart, in the land where I was not able to burn