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Every suntan tells stories and the shape of the white snitches
– Mae pob un yn adrodd straeon a siâp y snitches gwyn
Fat men in tropical climes
– Dynion braster mewn hinsoddau trofannol
Now you tell me you’ve been fucking somebody new
– You tell me you’ve been fuckedddddddddd
And that I should’ve known for a while
– Ac y dylwn fod wedi gwybod am ychydig
Watching the starlings as autumn draws in
– Gwylio’r ddrudwyod wrth i’r hydref dynnu i mewn
As they make ghosts across London fields
– Wrth iddynt wneud ysbrydion ar draws meysydd Llundain
And I would’ve moved out there to be with you
– A byddwn wedi symud allan yno i fod gyda chi
I would’ve moved out there for real
– Byddwn yn mynd yno ar gyfer go iawn
Saw a choir of golden angels wearing matching rucksacks
– Gweld côr o angylion aur yn gwisgo sachau cyfatebol
As they obscured the view to your train
– Wrth iddynt guddio’r olygfa i’ch trên
And I’m sorry if it seems like I’m rambling here
– Sorry if i am rambling
Just want to see the way the skin splits round his bones
– Dim ond eisiau gweld sut mae’r croen yn hollti o amgylch ei esgyrn
And the gurgling head in your lap
– A’r pen gurgling yn dy lin
And the arms of the crowd as they pull me away
– A breichiau’r dyrfa wrth iddynt fy nhynnu i ffwrdd
And the mud and the blood in the grass
– A’r mwd a’r gwaed yn y glaswellt
When we scraped our bones together
– Wrth grafu ein hesgyrn gyda’n gilydd
We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
– We got fire (tân, tân, tân)
When we scraped our bones together
– Wrth grafu ein hesgyrn gyda’n gilydd
We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
– We got fire (tân, tân, tân)
When we scraped our bones together
– Wrth grafu ein hesgyrn gyda’n gilydd
We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
– We got fire (tân, tân, tân)
When we scraped our bones together
– Wrth grafu ein hesgyrn gyda’n gilydd
We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
– We got fire (tân, tân, tân)
