There's Nae Lark - Лучано Берио, Luis Mucillo, Luis Naón

There’s nae lark loves the light, my dear

There’s nae ship loves the sea

There’s nae bee loves the heather-bells

That loves as I love thee, my love

That loves as I love thee

The whin shines fair upon the fell

The blithe broom on the lea:

The muirside wind is merry at heart;

It’s a' for love of thee, my love

It’s a' for love of thee