By
Martine Thimond
Illustrations Floflette Pellegrin
Eternal Love
You, wonderful couple,
Coming from this magical kingdom
Here, my heart's trembling
When the name Fraser, I'm hearing.
Beyond the Highlands,
Knight with valiant heart,
Found his White Lady
To live an Eternal Love
Sweet Highlander's heart
Lovely Highlander,
Called Jamie Fraser,
Here is your story
Of battles and victories.
Love is your guide,
Scoltland is your home,
Sun's rising up in the sky
Let you see Lallybroch
With your white lady,
Sweet and brave lassie
O How my heart,
filled with happiness,
To see this enchanting place
Inhabitaded by the fairies
Scotland, my Love
Tell me your story,
This one, of Bonnie
Who left his home
Scotland, the Beautiful,
Get out of your entrails
The loyal legends
Which cost you so many battles
Now, the mist closed in the horizon,
At the evening, Druids will guide you,
Through the stones and heather,
Your way, you'll find towards Universe.
In the Thistle's country,
You're now united,
To change the history
Wanted by Charles Edward.
In the depths of Scotland,
After a beautiful wedding,
A destiny is preparing,
But don't loose your soul.
Here is this Celtic Nature,
Offers you to go through the centuries
To fly to this
Eternal Love's assistance
Mum, desperately
When in my body,
a Child is coming
Hope, really
Here you are, so quickly
To build you a better world
That is your parent's work
Doing with so fervour,
And loving you so powerfully
But I couldn't keep you,
Neither you, nor my tears,
To take you away from my soul,
And let you leave alone
You, my child,
Who left my entrails
In spite of everything,
Here you are, as a little quail.
I look at you, sleeping
Waiting for your waking
As the sun
which gives me some light
to my night
But, huddled up in my heart,
God, what a pain !
Now, you're gone
My sweet little doll
Me, your mum,
who loves you so much
My sweet baby
Gone with the fairies
Mo Chridhe
But I couldn't keep you,
Neither you, nor my tears,
To take you away from my soul,
And let you leave alone
You, my child,
Who left my entrails
In spite of everything,
Here you are, as a little quail.
I look at you, sleeping
Waiting for your waking
As the sun
which gives me some light
to my night
But, huddled up in my heart,
God, what a pain !
Now, you're gone
My sweet little doll
Me, your mum,
who loves you so much
My sweet baby
Gone with the fairies
Mo Chridhe
Mum, desperately
When in my body,
a Child is coming
Hope, really
Here you are, so quickly
To build you a better world
That is your parent's work
Doing with so fervour,
And loving you so powerfully
Here's the day that rises
On mountains and Glens
Sun on the hills, dances,
And waterfallls make waves
Scotland, my Love
Here's the day that rises
On mountains and Glens
Sun on the hills, dances,
And waterfallls make waves
O How my heart,
filled with happiness,
To see this enchanting place
Inhabitaded by the fairies
Scotland, my Love
Tell me your story,
This one, of Bonnie
Who left his home
Scotland, the Beautiful,
Get out of your entrails
The loyal legends
Which cost you so many battles
Now, the mist closed in the horizon,
At the evening, Druids will guide you,
Through the stones and heather,
Your way, you'll find towards Universe.
Live to die
What a charming toddler this is!
Ebony color, it lands there
Around him his universe,
This one, from his fathers and mothers
Settled in his tribe,
Coiled in these vast expanses,
Songs of love and prayers,
He is proud of his world.
But, at the bend of a shore,
This long sailboat collapsed,
Embarking on a long journey,
His own who asked nothing
Wandering on the raging seas,
All these poor people in chains,
Can do nothing but obey,
And live to die
Centuries of light
Ah! these centuries of light,
Discovering the world,
These brains are so fertile,
To change it into a cemetery.
These westerners landed,
Preaching for Humanity,
Only poured terror
In all great lords.
So much arrogance within it,
Makes you feel important
And in his worldly world,
There he is, an exploiting man.
And yet they pray, they pray,
These poor people of color,
But, have nothing but pain,
Who drowns their souls and their minds.
Above all, don't forget them,
Despite the centuries that have passed,
Let’s leave the irons and the necklaces,
And Freedom, knowing how to appreciate it