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Krash dhe Snelder Warp 2 / A Crash at Warp Speed 2

Treweythyow y hevel pubtra dhe dhos dhis dhe'n keth pols: gwask y'n ober; ordena taklennow personel; kedrynna gen tus y'th bewnans; ha moy. Yth yw kepar ha bos an bys ow fistenna ryb dha denewen ha tejy ow kelli dha le y'n ollvys. Res yw perthi kov nag esos yn drama efanvos ha dhe gemeres pub tra yn y dro. Sometimes everything seems to come at the same time: stress at work; organising your personal life; quarrels with people in your life; and more. It's like the world is rushing by as you lose your place in the universe. You have to remember that you aren't in a sci-fi drama and to take every thing in its turn.

Krash dhe Snelder Warp 2


Ny welson ni ha hwi ow tos
Heb son, po gik, po mik

Yn gwagva dhiben efanvos
Ny glowson agas skrij

Ow kleudhya kowfordhow y'n vayl
Yn-dann arenep termyn

Le may hwer oll onpossybyl
Ow kestava hag omwovyn

Dhe dhiwweyth snelder golow 'feu
Ow tava skeusow yowynk

Tarosvanow an spys a dheu
yth eson on ni a-lemmyn

A Crash at Warp Speed 2


We didn't see as you came Soundless, without a squeak or peep
In the endless vacuum of space We didn't hear your scream
Digging tunnels in the vail Under the surface of time

Where all that's impossible happens Joining and wondering

It was at twice the speed of light
Touching young shadows

Ghosts of the future Is all that we now are

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