Criomag Bhidio
Briathran Òran
You know I’m impatient
– Tha fios agad gu bheil mi mì-fhoighidneach
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station?
– Mar sin carson a dh ‘fhàgadh tu mi a’ feitheamh taobh a-muigh an stèisein?
When it was like minus four degrees, and I
– ‘Nuair a bha e mar cheathramh ceum, agus mi
I get what you’re saying
– Gheibh mi na tha thu ag ràdh
I just really don’t want to hear it right now
– Cha toil leam an t-òran seo a-nis
Can you shut up for like once in your life?
– An urrainn dhut stad airson aon uair nad bheatha?
Listen to me
– Èist rium
I took your nice words of advice about
– Ghabh mi do bhriathran snog de chomhairle mu
How you think I’m gonna die
– Tha thu a ‘smaoineachadh gu bheil mi a’ bàsachadh
Lucky if I turn thirty-three
– Gu fortanach ma thionndaidheas mi trithead ‘ s a trì
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
– Yeah, yeah, tha mi a ‘ smocadh mar similear
I’m not skinny and I pull a Britney
– Chan eil mi sgith ‘s mi a’ tarraing Britney
Every other week
– Gach seachdain eile
But cut me some slack
– Ach gearr dhomh beagan slack
Who do you want me to be?
– Cò a tha thu ag iarraidh orm a bhith?
‘Cause I’m too messy
– Cause I am far too messy
And then I’m too fucking clean
– Then i am far too clean
You told me, “Get a job”
– Thuirt thu rium, ” Faigh obair”
Then you ask where the hell I’ve been
– Asking where the hell I was a ‘ faighneachd càit an deach mi
And I’m too perfect
– I am far too perfect
‘Til I open my big mouth
– Gus am fosgail mi mo bheul mòr
I want to be me
– Tha mi ag iarraidh a bhith orm
Is that not allowed?
– Nach eil sin ceadaichte?
And I’m too clever
– I am far too smart
And then I’m too fucking dumb
– Then I am an idiot
You hate it when I cry
– Is fuath leam nuair a tha mi a ‘ caoineadh
Unless it’s that time of the month
– Mura h-e an àm sin den mhìos a th ‘ ann
And I’m too perfect
– I am far too perfect
‘Til I show you that I’m not
– Gus an nochd thu nach ‘ eil mi
A thousand people I could be for you
– Mile marbhphaisg air a ‘ghaol a th’ agam ort
And you hate the fucking lot
– Agus tha thu a ‘ fuath air an lot fucking
You hate the fucking lot
– Tha thu hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
– Tha thu hate the fucking lot
Hey, hey
– Hey, hey ann
It’s taking you ages
– Tha e a ‘ toirt aois dhut
You still don’t get the hint
– Chan fhaigh thu an seòladh puist-d agad fhathast
I’m not asking for pages
– Chan eil mi ag iarraidh leabhraichean
But one text or two would be nice
– Ach bhiodh teacsa no dhà snog
And please, don’t pull those faces
– Agus feuch, na tarraing na h-aghaidhean sin
When I’ve been out working my arse off all day
– Nuair a bha mi ag obair a-mach às a ‘ choille fad an latha
It’s just one bottle of wine or two
– Chan eil ann ach botal fìon no dhà
But hey, you can’t even talk
– Chan urrainn dhut fiù ‘ s bruidhinn
You smoke weed just to help you sleep
– Bidh thu a ‘ smocadh luibhean dìreach gus do chuideachadh le cadal
Then why you out getting stoned at four o’clock
– An uairsin carson a tha thu a-mach a ‘ faighinn clachan aig ceithir uairean
And then you come home to me
– An till thu dhachaidh leam
And don’t say hello
– Na bi ag ràdh hello
‘Cause I got high again
– Mar a tha mi a ‘ faireachdainn àrd a-rithist
And forgot to fold my clothes
– Agus dhìochuimhnich mi m ‘ aodach a phasgadh
‘Cause I’m too messy
– Cause I am far too messy
And then I’m too fucking clean
– Then i am far too clean
You told me, “Get a job”
– Thuirt thu rium, ” Faigh obair”
Then you ask where the hell I’ve been
– Asking where the hell I was a ‘ faighneachd càit an deach mi
And I’m too perfect
– I am far too perfect
‘Til I open my big mouth
– Gus am fosgail mi mo bheul mòr
I want to be me
– Tha mi ag iarraidh a bhith orm
Is that not allowed?
– Nach eil sin ceadaichte?
And I’m too clever
– I am far too smart
And then I’m too fucking dumb
– Then I am an idiot
You hate it when I cry
– Is fuath leam nuair a tha mi a ‘ caoineadh
Unless it’s that time of the month
– Mura h-e an àm sin den mhìos a th ‘ ann
And I’m too perfect
– I am far too perfect
‘Til I show you that I’m not
– Gus an nochd thu nach ‘ eil mi
A thousand people I could be for you
– Mile marbhphaisg air a ‘ghaol a th’ agam ort
And you hate the fucking lot
– Agus tha thu a ‘ fuath air an lot fucking
You hate the fucking lot
– Tha thu hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
– Tha thu hate the fucking lot
And I’m too messy
– I am far too messy
And then I’m too fucking clean
– Then i am far too clean
You told me, “Get a job”
– Thuirt thu rium, ” Faigh obair”
Then you ask where the hell I’ve been
– Asking where the hell I was a ‘ faighneachd càit an deach mi
And I’m too perfect
– I am far too perfect
‘Til I open my big mouth
– Gus am fosgail mi mo bheul mòr
I want to be me
– Tha mi ag iarraidh a bhith orm
Is that not allowed?
– Nach eil sin ceadaichte?
And I’m too clever
– I am far too smart
And then I’m too fucking dumb
– Then I am an idiot
You hate it when I cry
– Is fuath leam nuair a tha mi a ‘ caoineadh
Unless it’s that time of the month
– Mura h-e an àm sin den mhìos a th ‘ ann
And I’m too perfect
– I am far too perfect
‘Til I show you that I’m not
– Gus an nochd thu nach ‘ eil mi
A thousand people I could be for you
– Mile marbhphaisg air a ‘ghaol a th’ agam ort
And you hate the fucking lot
– Agus tha thu a ‘ fuath air an lot fucking
You hate the fucking lot
– Tha thu hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
– Tha thu hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
– Tha thu hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
– Tha thu hate the fucking lot
