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Every time a guy writes a song, he’s a cowboy, a sailor
– Bob tro mae dyn yn ysgrifennu cân, mae’n cowboi, morwr
Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer
– Chwarae gyda’r byd yn ei gledr fel yr arloeswr cyntaf
Every time he opens his mouth, it’s a loud movie trailer
– Bob tro mae’n agor ei geg, mae’n ôl-gerbyd ffilm uchel
Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here
– Clipio pob delwedd a sain mae’n meddwl sy’n profi ei fod yma
A hand, a spike, a physical fight, a flash of light, a curtain
– Llaw, pigyn, ymladd corfforol, fflach o olau, llen
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, a height, a dive, a burden
– Toll, degwm, treigl amser, uchder, plymio, baich
A girl, a night, a typical type, a siren in the water
– Merch, noson, math nodweddiadol, seiren yn y dŵr
A scroll, a nod, a message from God, a son, a Holy Father
– Sgrolio, nod, neges Gan Dduw, mab, Tad Sanctaidd
Every time a guy writes a song, he’s a sailor, a cowboy
– Bob tro mae dyn yn ysgrifennu cân, mae’n forwr, cowboi
Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself
– Yn dal y byd yn ei gledr fel y gwnaeth ef ei hun
Every time I open my mouth, I think, “Wow, what a loud noise”
– Bob tro rwy’n agor fy ngheg, rwy’n meddwl, ” Wow, beth sŵn uchel”
Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed
– Yn dal i fod ar y bocs sebon, dim ond gobeithio fy mod yn ymddangos yn llethol
The hand, the pen, the writing again, the wind around the willow
– Y llaw, y pen, yr ysgrifen drachefn, y gwynt o amgylch yr helyg
The felt, the ice, the passage of time, the melting down the window
– Y ffelt, y rhew, treigl amser, y toddi i lawr y ffenestr
The now, the then, the thinking of “when,” the bottle in the ocean
– Y nawr, y pryd hynny, y meddwl am “pryd,” y botel yn y cefnfor
The strike, the pause, the message from God forbid she shows emotion
– Mae’r streic, yr oedi, y neges Gan Dduw yn gwahardd ei bod yn dangos emosiwn
This isn’t rage, it’s worth a mention
– Nid yw hyn yn ddig, mae’n werth sôn
This is a fake internal tension
– Odd inner tension
Sometimes, I spread out one opinion
– Weithiau, rwy’n lledaenu un farn
And stand on its back to gauge attention
– A sefyll ar ei gefn i fesur sylw
This isn’t rage, it’s too specific
– Nid yw hyn yn ddig, mae’n rhy benodol
I like to hate symbolic limits
– Rwy’n hoffi casáu terfynau symbolaidd
This is no statement, I’m complicit
– Nid yw hyn yn ddatganiad, yr wyf yn complicit
This is a dream, God put me in it
– Mae Hyn yn freuddwyd, duw yn rhoi i mi yn ei
A hand, a spike, a physical fight, the wind around the willow
– A hand, a spike, a physical fight, the wind around the willow
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, the melting down the window
– Toll, degwm, treigl amser, y toddi i lawr y ffenestr
The now, the then, the thinking of “when,” the siren in the water
– Y nawr, y pryd hynny, y meddwl am “pryd,” y seiren yn y dŵr
The strike, the pause, the message from God, does that make me His daughter?
– Y streic, yr oedi, y neges gan Dduw, a yw hynny’n fy ngwneud i’n ferch?
A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump, a score under the wire
– Llaw, rhaw, dyffryn, naid, sgôr o dan y wifren
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
– Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
– Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
– Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
