Criomag Bhidio
Briathran Òran
If I was to talk about the words
– Nam bithinn a ‘ bruidhinn mu na faclan
They would hurt, they would hurt
– Bhiodh iad air an goirteachadh-they would hurt
So if you were to ask about the pain
– Mar a dhèiligeas tu ri pian
I would lie, I would lie
– Tha mi a ‘laighe, tha mi a’ laighe
To fix my mind, I need time
– Gus m ‘ inntinn a chàradh, feumaidh mi ùine
But it’s running out, it’s running out
– Tha e a ‘ ruith-it is running
Oh, I know that I can’t live without you
– O, tha fios agam nach urrainn dhomh a bhith beò às aonais thusa
But this world will keep turning if you do
– Ach cumaidh an saoghal seo a ‘ tionndadh ma nì thu
Would you even want me looking like a zombie?
– A bheil thu airson gum bi mi a ‘ coimhead coltach ri zombie?
Would you even want me, want me, want me?
– Am biodh tu eadhon ag iarraidh orm, ag iarraidh orm, ag iarraidh orm?
We could catch a spaceship to the moon
– B ‘ urrainn dhuinn soitheach-fànais a ghlacadh chun na gealaich
But we’d crash, it wouldn’t last
– Ach cha bhiodh sinn a ‘bualadh, cha bhiodh e a’ mairsinn
Because the world is just a figment of the fools
– Chan eil anns an t-saoghal ach amadan
A blank stare, they don’t care
– A clean air don’t care
So say your prayers, you’re almost there
– Mar sin abair do ùrnaighean, tha thu faisg air an sin
But it’s running out, it’s running out
– Tha e a ‘ ruith-it is running
Oh, I know that I can’t live without you
– O, tha fios agam nach urrainn dhomh a bhith beò às aonais thusa
But this world will keep turning if you do
– Ach cumaidh an saoghal seo a ‘ tionndadh ma nì thu
Would you even want me looking like a zombie?
– A bheil thu airson gum bi mi a ‘ coimhead coltach ri zombie?
Would you even want me, want me, want me?
– Am biodh tu eadhon ag iarraidh orm, ag iarraidh orm, ag iarraidh orm?
Would you even want me looking like a zombie?
– A bheil thu airson gum bi mi a ‘ coimhead coltach ri zombie?
Would you even want me, want me, want me?
– Am biodh tu eadhon ag iarraidh orm, ag iarraidh orm, ag iarraidh orm?
Oh, I don’t know what I’ll turn out to be
– O, chan eil fhios agam dè a bhios mi a ‘ tionndadh a-mach a bhith
But you’ll loathe every moment, believe me
– Ach bidh gràin agad air a h-uile mionaid, creid mi
Would you even want me looking like a zombie?
– A bheil thu airson gum bi mi a ‘ coimhead coltach ri zombie?
Would you even want me, want me, want me?
– Am biodh tu eadhon ag iarraidh orm, ag iarraidh orm, ag iarraidh orm?
