Gearrthóg Físe
Lyrics
Dance
– Damhsa
(Dance)
– (Damhsa)
Check, check, check
– Seiceáil, seiceáil, seiceáil
Yeah, yeah, uh
– Sea, sea, uh
Exonerated, I ain’t dying on this hill
– Ní ‘l mé ag fáil bháis ar an gcnoc seo I’ m not dying on this hill
Tonight we dining where?
– Anocht táimid ag ithe cá háit?
Tell Leonidas I know somewhere with finer fares
– Inis Do Leonidas go bhfuil a fhios agam áit éigin le táillí míne
Germinate the yeast, we got it jumping in the pan
– Germinate an giosta, fuaireamar é ag léim sa phain
Flirts with danger, we hastily learn how to dance
– Flirts le contúirt, foghlaimímid go gasta conas damhsa
Circumstance raised a baby to a beast
– D ‘ ardaigh imthosca leanbh le beithíoch
Like rain and heat raise a seed into a plant
– Cosúil le báisteach agus teas tóg síol isteach i bplanda
Stone throwers, glass homes, keep hiding hands
– Caith cloiche, tithe gloine, coinnigh lámha i bhfolach
Terse reminders of the rocky path
– Meabhrúcháin Terse ar an gcosán creagach
Gleaning what I can from what I have amassed
– An méid is féidir liom a fháil ón méid atá bailithe agam
The space-time continuum bend, I’m sticking with the simple plans
– An lúb leanúnachais spás-ama, táim ag cloí leis na pleananna simplí
I’m just a man
– Níl ionam ach fear
Bars like the rim of the bath, live, love, and laugh
– Barraí cosúil le imeall an folctha, beo, grá, agus gáire
It’s up like hovercraft
– Tá sé suas cosúil le sciorrárthach
Have lil’ buddy relax, we on the cuttin’ edge
– Bíodh lil ‘buddy scíth a ligean, táimid ar an imeall cuttin’
Told you we only doubling back to cover tracks
– Dúirt tú nach ndéanaimid ach dúbailt ar ais chun rianta a chlúdach
Metal lungies, you don’t wanna match
– Lungies miotail, níl tú ag iarraidh a mheaitseáil
The Earth mother gave the Sun a lap, it sat me on my ass (Uh, uh)
– Thug máthair Na Cruinne lap don Ghrian, shuigh sí mé ar mo thóin (Uh,uh)
Jet lag, waking up to black, money breaking up the caste
– Scaird lag, ag dúiseacht go dubh, airgead ag briseadh suas an caste
Outnumbered, but we obviously crunch ’em in the stats (That shit outta here, nigga)
– Outnumbered, ach is léir go bhfuil géarchor againn orthu sna stats (an cac sin as seo, nigga)
Tch, nobody want the scraps (Nobody)
– Tch, níl aon duine ag iarraidh na scraps (Aon Duine)
The low hum of hunger had my stomach singing a song of sadness
– An hum íseal ocrais bhí mo bholg ag canadh amhrán bróin
Wishing that it wasn’t flat
– Is mian leis nach raibh sé cothrom
Tonight we dining where?
– Anocht táimid ag ithe cá háit?
Dance
– Damhsa
