Criomag Bhidio
Briathran Òran
I can tell you it’s an answer
– Is urrainn dhomh innse dhut gur e am freagairt
It’s what you’re after from me
– Is e na tha thu a ‘ sireadh mo dhreuchd
I keep you floating out in dead space
– Bidh mi gad chumail a ‘ fleòdradh a-mach ann an àite marbh
You’re coming unchained from it
– Tha thu a ‘ tighinn a-mach às an sin
Let me fill you with an update
– Leig dhomh ùrachadh a lìonadh leat
Fuck you, I’m okay, now what?
– Tha mi gu math, tapadh leat, a-nis dè?
You imploding is the outcome, your running systems failed
– Tha thu a ‘ toirt buaidh air an toradh, dh’fhàillig na siostaman ruith agad
Your eyelids getting heavy
– Tha do shùilean a ‘ fàs trom
Not pulling me out of my grace
– Gun a bhith a ‘ tarraing às mo ghràs
You feel no longer steady
– Chan eil thu a ‘ faireachdainn seasmhach tuilleadh
But not wanting to give up
– Gun a bhith a ‘ toirt seachad
You’re running out of pennies
– Tha thu a ‘ ruith a-mach à penny
No pulling me off my plain
– Gun a bhith a ‘ tarraing às mo shìol
I can tell you the attention of which you fish isn’t coming
– Is urrainn dhomh innse dhut nach eil an t-iasg agad a ‘ tighinn
I see you clammer at a dead vine, there’s no one online, sorry
– Tha mi a ‘ faicinn thu clammer aig fìon-dhearcan marbh, chan eil duine air-loidhne, duilich
You might need another update
– Is dòcha gu feum thu ùrachadh eile
Fuck you, still okay, now what?
– Fuck thu, fhathast ceart gu leòr, a-nis dè?
It appears you hit a crossroad, as your whole outcome fails
– Tha e coltach gun do bhuail thu tarsainn, mar a dh ‘ fhàillig an toradh gu lèir agad
Eyelids getting heavy
– Eyelids a ‘ faighinn trom
No pulling me out of my grace
– Gun a bhith a ‘ tarraing às mo ghràs
You feel no longer steady
– Chan eil thu a ‘ faireachdainn seasmhach tuilleadh
But not wanting to give up
– Gun a bhith a ‘ toirt seachad
You’re running out of pennies
– Tha thu a ‘ ruith a-mach à penny
No pulling me off my plain
– Gun a bhith a ‘ tarraing às mo shìol
Won’t get me out of my grace
– ‘S nach tilg a mach mi o m’ ghràs
(Won’t get me out of my grace)
– (Cha ‘n fhaigh thu mis’ air chall)
Hack me up, hack me up, cut me up
– Hack me up, hack me up, cut me up
Hack me up, hack me up, cut me up
– Hack me up, hack me up, cut me up
Hack me up, hack me up, cut me up
– Hack me up, hack me up, cut me up
Hack me up, hack me up
– Hack me up, hack me up
Eyelids getting heavy
– Eyelids a ‘ faighinn trom
No pulling me out of my grace
– Gun a bhith a ‘ tarraing às mo ghràs
You feel no longer steady
– Chan eil thu a ‘ faireachdainn seasmhach tuilleadh
But not wanting to give up
– Gun a bhith a ‘ toirt seachad
You’re running out of pennies
– Tha thu a ‘ ruith a-mach à penny
No pulling me off my plain
– Gun a bhith a ‘ tarraing às mo shìol
