Criomag Bhidio
Briathran Òran
I’m feeling rough, I’m feeling raw, I’m in the prime of my life
– Tha mi a ‘faireachdainn garbh, tha mi a’ faireachdainn amh, tha mi ann am prìomhachas mo bheatha
Let’s make some music, make some money, find some models for wives
– Dèan beagan ciùil, dèan beagan airgid, lorg modailean airson mnathan
I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars
– Bidh Mi a ‘dol gu Paris, a’ losgadh beagan heroin agus a ‘ fuck leis na reultan
You man, the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars
– Thu an duine, an t-eilean agus an cocaine agus na càraichean eireachdail
This is our decision, to live fast and die young
– Is e seo ar co-dhùnadh, a bhith beò gu luath agus a ‘ bàsachadh òg
We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun
– Tha an lèirsinn againn, a-nis tha beagan spòrs againn
Yeah, it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do?
– Tha e uamhasach, ach dè eile as urrainn dhuinn a dhèanamh?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
– Faigh obraichean ann an oifisean agus dùisg airson siubhal na maidne?
Forget about our mothers and our friends
– Dìochuimhnich mu ar màthraichean agus ar caraidean
We’re fated to pretend
– Tha sinn a ‘ feuchainn ri pretend
To pretend
– Gus leigeil ort
We’re fated to pretend
– Tha sinn a ‘ feuchainn ri pretend
To pretend
– Gus leigeil ort
I’ll miss the playgrounds and the animals and diggin’ up worms
– Chaill mi’ n t-eilean ‘ s na h-eileanan an iar
I’ll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
– Chaill mi mo mhàthair ‘ s mo sheanmhair
I’ll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
– Chaill mi mo mhàthair ‘ s mo phiuthar
Yeah, I’ll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone
– Chaill mi mo shòlas ‘ s mo shòlas
But there’s really nothing, nothing we can do
– Ach chan urrainn dhuinn dad a dhèanamh-nothing can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew
– Feumaidh gaol a bhith air a dhìochuimhneachadh, faodaidh beatha tòiseachadh a – rithist
The models will have children, we’ll get a divorce
– Bidh clann aig na modailean, gheibh sinn sgaradh-pòsaidh
We’ll find some more models, everything must run its course
– Lorg sinn barrachd mhodalan, feumaidh a h-uile càil a chùrsa a ruith
We’ll choke on our vomit, and that will be the end
– Bidh sinn a ‘ dol air adhart agus is e sin an deireadh
We were fated to pretend
– Bha sinn a ‘ deanamh fiughair ri bhith
To pretend
– Gus leigeil ort
We’re fated to pretend
– Tha sinn a ‘ feuchainn ri pretend
To pretend
– Gus leigeil ort
I said, yeah-yeah, yeah
– Thuirt mi-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
– Tha-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
– Tha-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
– Tha-yeah
