Etiket: Gàidhlig Na H-Alba

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran Yeah – Yeah Well, my good days are exactly like the bad ones – Tha mo làithean math dìreach mar an fheadhainn dhona My bitch say that I defy the laws of attraction – Tha mo ghaol air àird a ‘ chuain I’ve always been terrified of endin’ up normal (Normal)…

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran Yeah, yah – ‘S dòcha’ s e àm Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah – Tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha Yeah (Yeah), um – Bha (yes), um On Fourth Street, the orphan children play on the jungle gym – Air A ‘Cheathramh Sràid, bidh clann dìlleachdan a’ cluich air gym an jungle…

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran Don’t be afraid to put your two cents in – Don’t be eagal gu faigh thu a dhà uimhir Might not be able to afford anything, but – Comasach air ni sam bith a thoirt seachad, ach I’m always up for a bargain – I am always up for a chair…

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran Uh, Josh (Yes?) – ‘S Mise Josh.) Knock, knock (Who’s there?) – Knock, knock (Cò tha ann?)) Rick Rubin (Rick Rubin who?) – Rick Rubin (Rick Rubin) cò ris a tha e coltach?) Rick Rubin’s piano (Ayy), alright (Yes) – Rick Rubin’s piano (Ayy), ceart gu leòr (Tha) Enough fuckin’ around…

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran Yeah, nothin’ is impossible (Impossible) – Chan eil e do-dhèanta (no Do-dhèanta) Do this shit together, we unstoppable (Unstoppable) – Do this shit together, we unstoppable (Neo-Sheasmhach) Raised to be a leader, not a navigator (Navigator) – Air a thogail gu bhith na stiùiriche, chan e navigator (Seòladair) Wrote this down…

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran Yeah, yeah – Yeah, yeah Breaks down the pain – Briseadh sìos am pian Yeah – Yeah She breaks down the pain, she rolls up the weed – Bidh i a ‘briseadh sìos a’ phian, bidh i a ‘ roiligeadh suas an luibhean She far from a saint, she’s all that…

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran Suge shot me, Suge shot me, Suge shot me, Suge shot me – Suge shot me, suge shot me, suge shot me, suge shot me Suge shot me, Suge shot me, Suge shot me, Suge shot me – Suge shot me, suge shot me, suge shot me, suge shot me Suge…

Criomag Bhidio Briathran Òran Is there nothing but the cold at the centre of a blackhole? – A bheil dad ann ach fuar ann am meadhan poll dubh? Ooh, bitch – Tha bitch The signal fire’s gonna burn out – Bidh an teine a ‘ losgadh Through the sirens and the flares – Tro na…