No map, no rules, just sparks that fly, A rhythm that lifts me to the sky. I chase the light, I chase the flame, I dance through fire without a name. Leum tro sholas, leum tro dhorchadas, Chan eil mi ceangailte ri facal no frèam. Tha mo chridhe a’ seinn, tha mo làmhan a’ cruthachadh, Is e mo shaorsa mo dhòigh air a bhith. (Translation: I leap through light, I leap through shadow / I’m not bound by word or frame / My heart sings, my hands create / My freedom is how I exist) Brush and sound, page and stage, I spin through every form and age. Not for fame, not for gold, But for the truth that won’t be told. Leum tro sholas, leum tro dhorchadas, Chan eil mi ceangailte ri facal no frèam. Tha mo chridhe a’ seinn, tha mo làmhan a’ cruthachadh, Is e mo shaorsa mo dhòigh air a bhith. Too many voices, too much fire, But I rise with fierce desire. I’m not one name, not one style I’m freedom dancing wild. Leum tro sholas, leum tro dhorchadas, Chan eil mi ceangailte ri facal no frèam. Tha mo chridhe a’ seinn, tha mo làmhan a’ cruthachadh, Is e mo shaorsa mo dhòigh air a bhith. So I create. I leap. I burn. I shine. Because that is the only way I can be true.
