Criomag Bhidio
Briathran Òran
Oh
– Oh
(Oh, oh)
– (Obh obh, obh)
Stained coffee cup
– Cupa cofaidh dathte
Just a fingerprint of lipstick’s not enough
– Chan eil dìreach lorgan de lipstick gu leòr
Sweet (Oh), where you lay (Oh)
– Far a bheil thu a ‘ fuireach (oh)
Still a trace of innocence on the pillow case
– Fhathast a ‘lorg neo-chiontachd air a’ chùis pillow
Waking up beside you, I’m a loaded gun
– Wake up beside you, i am an air gun
I can’t contain this anymore
– Chan urrainn dhomh anns seo tuilleadh
I’m all yours, I’ve got no control, no control
– I’m all yours: chan eil smachd agam, chan eil smachd agam
Powerless, and I don’t care it’s obvious
– Gun chumhachd, agus chan eil mi a ‘ gabhail cùram gu bheil e follaiseach
I just can’t get enough of you
– Chan urrainn dhomh gu leòr fhaighinn bhuat
The pedal’s down, my eyes are closed, no control
– Tha mo shùil air a ‘ghille, tha mo shùil air a’ ghille
(Oh)
– (Oh)
Oh
– Oh
(Oh)
– (Oh)
Taste on my tongue
– Blas air mo theanga
I don’t want to wash away the night before
– Chan eil mi airson an oidhche a chaitheamh a-muigh
In the heat (Oh), where you lay (Oh)
– Far a bheil thu a ‘ fuireach (oh)
I could stay right here and burn in it all day
– B ‘ urrainn dhomh fuireach an seo agus losgadh ann fad an latha
Waking up beside you, I’m a loaded gun
– Wake up beside you, i am an air gun
I can’t contain this anymore
– Chan urrainn dhomh anns seo tuilleadh
I’m all yours, I’ve got no control, no control
– I’m all yours: chan eil smachd agam, chan eil smachd agam
Powerless, and I don’t care it’s obvious
– Gun chumhachd, agus chan eil mi a ‘ gabhail cùram gu bheil e follaiseach
I just can’t get enough of you
– Chan urrainn dhomh gu leòr fhaighinn bhuat
The pedal’s down, my eyes are closed, no control
– Tha mo shùil air a ‘ghille, tha mo shùil air a’ ghille
Lost my senses, I’m defenseless
– Chaill mi mo mhisneachd, ‘ s mi gun smal
Her perfume’s holding me ransom
– Tha mo ghaol air àird a ‘ chuain
Sweet and sour, heart devoured
– Sweet agus sour, cridhe air a smachdachadh
Lying here, I count the hours
– A ‘laighe an seo, tha mi a’ cunntadh na h-uairean
Waking up, beside you I’m a loaded gun
– Wake up, beside you tha mi a ‘ fuireach faisg ort
I can’t contain this anymore
– Chan urrainn dhomh anns seo tuilleadh
I’m all yours, I’ve got no control, no control
– I’m all yours: chan eil smachd agam, chan eil smachd agam
Powerless, and I don’t care it’s obvious
– Gun chumhachd, agus chan eil mi a ‘ gabhail cùram gu bheil e follaiseach
I just can’t get enough of you
– Chan urrainn dhomh gu leòr fhaighinn bhuat
The pedal’s down, my eyes are closed, no control
– Tha mo shùil air a ‘ghille, tha mo shùil air a’ ghille
Oh
– Oh
No control
– Gun smachd
Oh
– Oh
No control
– Gun smachd
Powerless, and I don’t care it’s obvious
– Gun chumhachd, agus chan eil mi a ‘ gabhail cùram gu bheil e follaiseach
I just can’t get enough of you
– Chan urrainn dhomh gu leòr fhaighinn bhuat
The pedal’s down, my eyes are closed, no control
– Tha mo shùil air a ‘ghille, tha mo shùil air a’ ghille
