Текст песни N. Burns - На берегу реки Эйр..

I went down quickly darkness of the night,
Length wild howl of the wind,
And the clouds full of rain,
Trot passing chain.
Gone are the hunters with swamps,
And the birds of plain water
Flew off again. I longingly
I wander over Eyre, over the river.

Mourn the fall rye,
What were killed on nivah entirely.
Flight ominous early storms
Confused autumn azure.
How terrible to hear the terrible squall
And wait, that soon a foam roller
Umchit, in spite of all the senses,
I was on the Air - native river.

Not an angry wave
In the open sea I'm scared,
No death in the bottomless depths
Or, in an unknown country.
But I must, homeland, mother,
Those ties of blood to break,
What's in my heart is wounded
So firmly tightened knot.

And will soon be far
My darling country,
Places where roads every track
Love and friendship of former years.
Hello friends, my enemies.
Love - and one world - one.
Farewell, grass, reeds
Air darling - my river!

R. Burns