Etiket: Gàidhlig Na H-Alba

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran Two chains – Dà shlabhraidh Hangin’ off your chest when you kiss me – Kisses air do bheulaibh nuair a tha thu dèidheil orm So strange – Cho neònach Who’d’ve thought we’d get here with our history? – Cò shaoileadh gum biodh sinn a ‘ tighinn an seo leis an eachdraidh…

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran (Ooh) If you tried just a little more times – (Ooh) Ma dh ‘ fheuch thu dìreach beagan a bharrachd amannan I would’ve made you a believer – Thug mi creideas dhut Would’ve showed you what it’s like (I would’ve showed you) – Tha mi air sealltainn dhut mar a tha…

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran I’ve heard all the bad news and the bad reviews – Tha mi a ‘ cluinntinn a h-uile droch naidheachd agus droch lèirmheasan Couple bad gut feelings, well, I’ve had them too – Droch fhaireachdainnean gut càraid, uill, tha iad agam cuideachd But still I choose to be in love with…

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran You don’t see stars here, they’re just city lights – Chan fhaic thu rionnagan an seo, chan eil annta ach solais a ‘ bhaile I think back to where you live and how you can see the entire sky – Tha mi a ‘smaoineachadh air ais gu far a bheil thu…

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran The clock is tickin’ lately – Tha an ùine a ‘ dol seachad Guess that means I’m doin’ somethin’ right – Tha sin a ‘ciallachadh gu bheil mi a’ dèanamh rudeigin ceart Been here a long time, baby – Tha iad air a bhith fada bhon uair sin, a mhona But…

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran (HiTek, HiTek, HiTek) – (HiTek, HiTek, HiTek) (Money gang exclusive) – (Gun airgead a-mhàin) (Real crank shit) – (Fìor shit crank) (Money gang exclusive) – (Gun airgead a-mhàin) Ooh, aah-ah – Ah bha-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah – Tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah – Tha, tha,…

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran Oh, what I’d give to be – Ciod a bheir mi air son gu’m bi Meeting you as the glass-half-full version of me – Meet you mar an glainne-leth-làn dreach dhòmhsa I was easier than I am now – I am more than I am now Would’ve folded, but I can’t…

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran Mothballs, I can’t get the smell out my clothes – A mhàiri bhòidheach, chan fhaigh mi m ‘ aodach YYZ, racing ’cause the gate ’bout to close – YYZ, rèisidh ‘ adhbhar gu bheil an geata ’bout a’ dùnadh New York is callin’ up on me and the bros – ‘S…