Cuan Alainn - Stolen Child
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Cuann Alainn - Stolen Child
Music - loreena mckennitt

There among the forests of green
In the swampy wilderness
Where besides the herbal
You will not meet a soul
There we have on the island
There is a secluded cache
Two baskets
Red stolen raspberries ...

So go, a child of people,
To the edge of the lakes and reeds
For a beautiful fairy after.
For there is so much grief in the world,
That there is no other road ...

Where under the light of the moon
The surf is worried
By shallows and dunes
Where the shore is blue
We are spinning dancing
To the music night
Air in a crowd
Under the Moon of the Witchcraft
We are fading in the waves of the ether
At an hour when anxiety in the world
Poison the dream of human ...

So go, a child of people,
To the edge of the lakes and reeds
For a beautiful fairy after.
For there is so much grief in the world,
That there is no other road ...

Where from the top of the mountain
Ringing, water runs
And in a ladder
The star bathes
We are dormant trout
In the ear is barely
Wasten the dreams
Weave the loses with a tent,
And the light from Buzina
Breaks tears.

So go, a child of people,
To the edge of the lakes and reeds
Let the fairies hug yourself.
For the world is more grief,
How can you realize ...

And he leaves with us
Happy and dumb,
Transparent eyes
Receiving the sparkle of the night
Do not hear the calves
He is more on the hills
And the puff of the pot,
What will be put on fire,
And mice around the bag
With gray-brown flour.

So there is a child of people
To the edge of the lakes and reeds
For a beautiful fairy after.
For there is so much grief in the world,
That there is no other road ...

So there is a child of people
To the edge of the lakes and reeds
For a beautiful fairy after.
For there is so much grief in the world,
That there is no other road ...