Текст песни Mael Mórdha - Our Ancestors Dwell Here
Our Ancestors Dwell Here LyricsRiding towards me on a stallion dazzling white
Save his ears a fiery crimson
Both of the otherworld, the king and his beast
This be truly a land of plenty
With nothing left to want
He beckons me
Unclean I feel
Yet I go to him all dazzling pure
Far beneath Man is this land of Mac Lír
What a wonderous place is this magical Tír
Our ancestors dwell here in relative peace
Save the hurt caused to them knowing
Their living destroy the Tuatha
