Criomag Bhidio
Briathran Òran
Two oceans in between us
– Dà chuan eadar sinn
And away for sure
– Agus air falbh gu cinnteach
There’s a gate I see
– Doras a tha mi a ‘ faicinn
There’s a way for me
– Tha rathad a dhìth orm
Now this one sits here
– A-nis tha am fear seo na shuidhe an seo
And whispers things to me
– ‘S a’ sìneadh rudan dhomh
Now I got the Devil inside
– Tha An Diabhal pàirt-ùine agam a-staigh
This one made a pig of me
– Rinn am fear seo muc dhìom
This world is primal, my grinding jaw
– Tha an saoghal seo primal, mo ghial bleith
The headache pill, the necktie on my bedroom door
– An ceann-cinnidh, an necktie air doras mo sheòmar-cadail
My conscience burning, my eyes are too
– Mo chogais a ‘ losgadh, tha mo shùilean cuideachd
Cuddled up with a heart condemned
– Air a sgeadachadh le cridheachan
I should love you and I swear I do
– Tha gaol agam ort agus tha mi a ‘ gealltainn gun dèan mi
This world is rabid, this world is through
– Tha an saoghal seo rabaid, tha an saoghal seo troimhe
Follow me through an empty dream
– Lean mise tro aisling falamh
I’m sleeping next to someone new
– Tha mi a ‘ cadal ri taobh cuideigin ùr
My conscience burning, my beastly flaw
– Mo ghaol, mo ghaol air àird a ‘ chuain
The headache pill, the necktie on my bedroom door
– An ceann-cinnidh, an necktie air doras mo sheòmar-cadail
I’m such a coward, these wretched things I do
– Tha mi duilich, tha mi duilich na rudan seo a dhèanamh
Disgrace and treachery, I’m a sickness and I know it’s true
– ‘S truagh’ s truagh nach robh mi ‘ s mo mhàiri bhòidheach
This world is learning, this world is pure
– Tha an saoghal seo ag ionnsachadh, tha an saoghal seo glan
But she could be my Valentine underneath my sheets on the bedroom floor
– Ach dh ‘ fhaodadh i a Bhith na Mo Valentine fo mo bhileagan air làr an t-seòmair-cadail
Gonna push her down
– Gonna brùthadh i sìos
Gonna spread her out
– A ‘ dol ga sgaoileadh a-mach
Gonna taste her tan
– Gonna blasad aice tan
Gonna suck her fat
– Tha i a ‘ tarraing a cuid geir
Gonna hold her back
– Gonna a chumail air ais
Then the shameful slack
– An uairsin an leac nàire
Gonna wake up dry
– Gonna dùsgadh tioram
I don’t have anything
– Chan eil beachd sam bith agam
