Song | Colled |
Artist | The Gentle Good |
Album | Tethered for the Storm |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Pan own ger y dyfroedd oer | |
Yn difa’r lloer a cherrig | |
Disgynnodd floedd o’r nefoedd | |
Mewn rhu o wyntoedd ffyrnig | |
Dros y dŵr daeth alarch du | |
Yn plethu plu pruddglwyfus | |
Yn llithro’n llwm a phendrwm | |
Ymysg y bwrlwm stormus | |
Anodd dala dŵr y llyn | |
Yng nghwpan tynn fy nwylo | |
Anodd cadw’r alarch draw | |
O’r baw lle mynnai lanio | |
Trwm yw’r adain ddu ar rai | |
Ond pwysa lai ar eraill | |
Sy’n cydio’n dynn mewn plufyn | |
A’i dderbyn fel hen gyfaill | |
Wedi’r deryn tywyll ffoi | |
A’r gwyntoedd troi’n ddiniwed | |
Mor anwaraidd yn fy nghraidd | |
Oedd atsain oeraidd colled | |
Anodd dala dŵr y llyn | |
Yng nghwpan tynn fy nwylo | |
Anodd cadw’r alarch draw | |
O’r baw lle mynnai lanio | |
Loss | |
As I was beside the icy depths | |
Destroying the stars with stones | |
A roar descended from above | |
In a gale of fierce winds | |
Over the water came a black swan | |
Folding her melancholy wings | |
Sliding glum and heavy | |
Amongst the stormy water | |
Hard to hold the water of the lake | |
In the tight cup of my hands | |
Hard to keep the swan away | |
From the soil where it must land | |
Heavy is the black wing on some | |
But it weighs less on those | |
That grasp her feathers close | |
And greet her as an old friend | |
After the dark bird had away | |
The winds became harmless | |
So savage in my heart | |
Was the cold echo of loss | |
Hard to hold the water of the lake | |
In the tight cup of my hands | |
Hard to keep the swan away | |
From the soil where it must land |
Pan own ger y dyfroedd oer | |
Yn difa' r lloer a cherrig | |
Disgynnodd floedd o' r nefoedd | |
Mewn rhu o wyntoedd ffyrnig | |
Dros y d r daeth alarch du | |
Yn plethu plu pruddglwyfus | |
Yn llithro' n llwm a phendrwm | |
Ymysg y bwrlwm stormus | |
Anodd dala d r y llyn | |
Yng nghwpan tynn fy nwylo | |
Anodd cadw' r alarch draw | |
O' r baw lle mynnai lanio | |
Trwm yw' r adain ddu ar rai | |
Ond pwysa lai ar eraill | |
Sy' n cydio' n dynn mewn plufyn | |
A' i dderbyn fel hen gyfaill | |
Wedi' r deryn tywyll ffoi | |
A' r gwyntoedd troi' n ddiniwed | |
Mor anwaraidd yn fy nghraidd | |
Oedd atsain oeraidd colled | |
Anodd dala d r y llyn | |
Yng nghwpan tynn fy nwylo | |
Anodd cadw' r alarch draw | |
O' r baw lle mynnai lanio | |
Loss | |
As I was beside the icy depths | |
Destroying the stars with stones | |
A roar descended from above | |
In a gale of fierce winds | |
Over the water came a black swan | |
Folding her melancholy wings | |
Sliding glum and heavy | |
Amongst the stormy water | |
Hard to hold the water of the lake | |
In the tight cup of my hands | |
Hard to keep the swan away | |
From the soil where it must land | |
Heavy is the black wing on some | |
But it weighs less on those | |
That grasp her feathers close | |
And greet her as an old friend | |
After the dark bird had away | |
The winds became harmless | |
So savage in my heart | |
Was the cold echo of loss | |
Hard to hold the water of the lake | |
In the tight cup of my hands | |
Hard to keep the swan away | |
From the soil where it must land |
Pan own ger y dyfroedd oer | |
Yn difa' r lloer a cherrig | |
Disgynnodd floedd o' r nefoedd | |
Mewn rhu o wyntoedd ffyrnig | |
Dros y d r daeth alarch du | |
Yn plethu plu pruddglwyfus | |
Yn llithro' n llwm a phendrwm | |
Ymysg y bwrlwm stormus | |
Anodd dala d r y llyn | |
Yng nghwpan tynn fy nwylo | |
Anodd cadw' r alarch draw | |
O' r baw lle mynnai lanio | |
Trwm yw' r adain ddu ar rai | |
Ond pwysa lai ar eraill | |
Sy' n cydio' n dynn mewn plufyn | |
A' i dderbyn fel hen gyfaill | |
Wedi' r deryn tywyll ffoi | |
A' r gwyntoedd troi' n ddiniwed | |
Mor anwaraidd yn fy nghraidd | |
Oedd atsain oeraidd colled | |
Anodd dala d r y llyn | |
Yng nghwpan tynn fy nwylo | |
Anodd cadw' r alarch draw | |
O' r baw lle mynnai lanio | |
Loss | |
As I was beside the icy depths | |
Destroying the stars with stones | |
A roar descended from above | |
In a gale of fierce winds | |
Over the water came a black swan | |
Folding her melancholy wings | |
Sliding glum and heavy | |
Amongst the stormy water | |
Hard to hold the water of the lake | |
In the tight cup of my hands | |
Hard to keep the swan away | |
From the soil where it must land | |
Heavy is the black wing on some | |
But it weighs less on those | |
That grasp her feathers close | |
And greet her as an old friend | |
After the dark bird had away | |
The winds became harmless | |
So savage in my heart | |
Was the cold echo of loss | |
Hard to hold the water of the lake | |
In the tight cup of my hands | |
Hard to keep the swan away | |
From the soil where it must land |