Let Italy brag about its dissolute golden bay.
Her vines, her gazebo, and her sunny sky,
Grapevine, big shade and her gentle sunset
Her son draws love from her daughter's eyes,
A mother has endless love for her son in her eyes.
There, freedom disappears in tenderness and sigh.
There, freedom disappears in softness and sigh.
The blue mountains in Scotland are desolate, where ancient cliffs are piled up.
The beautiful peaks in Scotland are in full bloom between long mountains and cliffs.
The majestic is more precious than me,
Her towering and majestic is becoming more and more kind to me.
Land of fog, land of storm,
This land has beautiful clouds and this land has storms.
Brave and proud king of thailand.
This land is guarded by warriors, and this land has pride and freedom.
Sitting on the top of her own highland,
Climb to the top of this highland
The spirit of Nova Scotia dominates fearlessness and freedom.
The soul of Scotland wrote down her fearlessness and freedom.
Her green tartan floats over blue rocks and fountains,
Green tartan flutters beside hard rocks and crystal springs.
She sang proudly and looked out at the sea.
She looked at the sea proudly and sang.
In my barren hills, I smiled peacefully,
My smile is quiet and serene in this Shan Ye.
When the armies and empires that opposed me were expelled,
Invade our empire and the army is gathering.
I stood firm as a rock and withstood the blow.
Like rocks in Scotland, we fought to the death in the rain of bullets.
England, Denmark, Rome and the world.
Vowed to smash this attack, even in England, Denmark, Rome, and even the whole world.
But look at how proudly her horse is strutting,
I watched her fine horse jump in the air with pride.
On the way they walked, they stepped out of deep steel forests.
Steel horseshoes kissed my land deeply.
My sons' eyes sparkled like their bright swords,
Bright light shines like a sword in the eyes of children and grandchildren.
Victory through destruction and death.
He rode proudly through the ruins and bodies.
Brave hearts and nodding feathers float over their bloody graves,
Brave heart and flying white fly in the enemy's bleeding grave.
The waves of green tartan are deeply dyed,
Where's my plaid? It's really bloody. It rises with the wind.
Trembling is the ranks of steel, terrible is the wheels of knights,
What frightened the attackers was the fearless courage of our soldiers.
The victory of the brave in Scotland.
Victory and triumph belong to me, Scottish warrior
Brave hearts and nodding feathers float over their bloody graves,
Brave heart and flying white fly in the enemy's bleeding grave.
The waves of green tartan are deeply dyed,
Where's my plaid? It's really bloody. It rises with the wind.
Trembling is the ranks of steel, terrible is the wheels of knights,
What frightened the attackers was the fearless courage of our soldiers.
The victory of the brave in Scotland,
Victory and triumph belong to me, Scottish warrior
The victory of the brave in Scotland.
Victory and triumph belong to me, Scottish warrior