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Erghnos / Snow Night

Treweythyow pan vo hi yeyn ha tewl, yth yw kales dhe berthi kov a dhiwedh an gwav. An nos hir a yll agan synsi yn fest ha pell a'gan syght yw dydhyow tomm an hav. 

Sometimes when it's cold and dark, it's hard to remember that the winter will end. The long night can hold us tightly and the warm days of summer are far from our sight.


 Erghnos


Kudh an mostedhes
Ha gwakha pub liw
Ny welir an fowt
A-bervedh y'm bew

Hedh tickya'n klock
Nyns eus us vyth
A besies kablus
Nevra na hedhvydh

Mir orthiv yn tall
Yn avlavar heglow
Krack stummys an ergh
Yn-dann an gwynsow

Gort genev kerensa
A borth kov ker
Amm tomm dha anal
Ow rewa y'n ayr

Ny vynnav vy gasa
An salowder fell
Rag kur ow bewnans
Yw an merwel


 Snow Night

Hide the dirt
and drain all colour
Don't see the flaws
of my life


Stop the clock's ticking
There is no use
To accusing fingers
which will never stop

Look at me blindly
Mutely resonating
The gnarled crunch of snow
Beneath the wind


Stay with me love
Bearing sweet memory
The warm kiss of your breath
Freezing in the air


I don't wish to leave
This cruel safety
As the cure of my life
Is death


 

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