Criomag Bhidio
Briathran Òran
There’s a letter to your mother that is hidden is my desk
– Tha litir gu do mhàthair a tha falaichte is e an deasg agam
That I wrote to her in a sober mind
– Gun do sgrìobh mi dhi ann an inntinn sòlaimte
It’s my apology for all the things I used to be
– Maitheanas dhomh airson a h-uile càil a bha mi a-riamh
And swearin’ I’ll change over time
– Bidh mi ag atharrachadh thar ùine
She might not believe me ’cause no one ever does
– I dòcha nach creid mi ‘adhbhar nach eil duine a-riamh a’ dèanamh
Except her daughter that loves me true
– Ach a-mhàin a h-nighean a tha ‘ gràdhachadh orm fìor
God forbid all it takes for a boy to finally wait
– Tha dia a ‘ toirmeasg a h-uile dad a bheir e airson balach feitheamh mu dheireadh
Just to be cherished and loved all the way through
– Dìreach a bhith measail agus gràdhach fad na slighe
She lets me drink my liquor when I’m singin’ through the night
– ‘S i’ g òl mo dheoch-slàint ‘feadh na h-oidhch’
She slaps my hand when it’s too much
– Tha e a ‘ slaodadh mo làmh nuair a tha e cus
She’s mean and she’s kind, strong and divine
– Tha i a ‘ ciallachadh agus tha i coibhneil, làidir agus diadhaidh
And Lord only knows how tough
– Agus Chan eil fios Aig An Tighearna ach dè cho cruaidh
So dear Miss, by the time you see this
– Dear Bhean-uasal, an uair a chunnaic thu an
It’ll be in love or it’ll be in pain
– Bidh e ann an gaol no bidh e ann am pian
May God bless and keep us
– Gum beannaicheadh Dia sinn agus glèidh sinn
May you think kind of my name
– Is dòcha gu bheil thu a ‘smaoineachadh seòrsa de m’ ainm
And I know I’ve had my days and I’ve made my mistakes
– Agus tha fios agam gu bheil mo làithean air a bhith agam agus gun do rinn mi mo mhearachdan
So please point me to the nearest perfect man
– Mar sin comharraich mi chun an duine foirfe as fhaisge orm
I’ll gladly take advice from a man with no vice
– Bidh mi an-còmhnaidh a ‘ toirt comhairle do dhuine gun samhail
If it means I can hold your hand
– Ma tha e a ‘ ciallachadh gun urrainn dhomh do làmh a chumail
She was raised up proper and I was raised up
– Thogadh i ceart agus chaidh mo thogail suas
With a poor working boy’s heart
– Le cridhe bochd obrach
The way the light is beatin’ on her smilin’ cheeks this evenin’
– Mar a tha an solas a ‘bualadh air a gruaidhean smilin’ seo evenin’
Is the finest of the world’s fine art
– Is e an rud as fheàrr den t-saoghal a th ‘ ann
So dear Miss, by the time you see this
– Dear Bhean-uasal, an uair a chunnaic thu an
I’ll be in love or it’ll be in vain
– Bidh mi ann an gaol no bidh e gu dìomhain
So may God bless and keep us
– Gum beannaicheadh Dia sinn agus gun glèidh sinn
May you think kind of my name
– Is dòcha gu bheil thu a ‘smaoineachadh seòrsa de m’ ainm
And she’s standin’ in the doorway ramblin’ on about my old ways
– Tha i a ‘seasamh ann an dorus ramblin’ air mu mo sheann dòighean
How they were reckless and free
– Mar a bha iad neo-chùramach agus saor
How all my imperfections and every ugly lesson
– Ciamar a h-uile mo imperfections agus a h-uile grànda leasan
Is worth every last second with me
– Is fhiach gach diog mu dheireadh leam
