Hidden through the hills of Scotland
Free and true are men and women
Trees and ground, dead leaves and blossom
Still lives the home soul of freedom

It’s not needed to be outside
It’s not needed to be out of jail
It’s not needed the power of state
For dignity and descent human pride

Highland lochs and Lowland rivers
Even with no pipe, no tartan
Will belong to Caledonians
Despite London’s hate, for ever

It’s not?

A l’abri des montagnes d’Ecosse,
Libres et vrais, hommes et femmes,
Arbres et terre, feuilles mortes, éclosions,
Au pays vit encore l’âme de la liberté

Il n’est pas nécessaire d’être ailleurs
Il n’est pas nécessaire d’être hors de prison
Il n’est pas obligatoire, le pouvoir d’Etat
Pour garder dignité et normale fierté

Lochs des Hautes-terres, rivières des Basses-terres
Même sans cornemuse, sans tartan
Seront aux Calédoniens
Malgré Londres et sa haine, à jamais

Translated Version

Escondido através das colinas da Escócia
Livres e verdadeiros são homens e mulheres
Árvores e terra, folhas mortas e flores
Ainda vive a alma natal da liberdade

Não é preciso estar lá fora.
Não é preciso sair da cadeia.
Não é necessário o poder do Estado
Pela dignidade e descendência do orgulho humano

Lagos das Terras Altas e rios Lowland
Mesmo sem cachimbo, sem tartan
Pertencerá aos caledônios.
Apesar do ódio de Londres, para sempre

Não é?

Sheltered from the mountains of Scotland,
Free and true, men and women,
Trees and earth, dead leaves, hatching,
In the country still lives the soul of freedom

There is no need to be anywhere else
You don't have to be out of prison
It is not obligatory, the state power
To keep dignity and normal pride

Highland Lochs, Lowland Rivers
Even without bagpipes, without tartan
Will be in the Caledonians
Despite London and its hatred, forever