Julie Murphy & Dylan Fowler - Y Folantein | Текст песни

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Y Folantein
Fe ddarfu gaeaf creulon,
Tawelach yw'r awelon,
A'r adar bach gan fywiocáu
Sy'n dechrau gwau caneuon.

Holl anian gain sy'n gwenu
Gan neisied ymgynhesu,
Ac nid yw'n deilwng rhoddi sen
I minnau, Gwen am ganu.

Wrth weld dy lun mor laned,
Pa fab all dewi, dywed?
O rho i lanc ar soddi i lawr,
O'i ddolur mawr ymwared.

Yn dewis y mae'r adar
Yn awr bob un ei gymar,
I fyw mewn undeb eithaf llon
Uwch bob argoelion galar.

Un, un dewisaf finnau,
Aa hon wyt ti, lliw'r blodau;
Yn rheidiol les, O rho dy law
I dorri'm braw a'm briwiau.

Mae'r gwanwyn ar egino
Daw blodau'r haf i'w rhifo,
Anturia Gwen, mae natur gain
Yn cymell sain cydsynio.

The Valentine
Cruel winter has ended
Quieter are the breezes
And the small birds, enlivening
Are starting to weave songs.

All fine nature is smiling
By warming its countenance
And it is not worthy to throw a rebuke
At me, Gwen, for singing.

At seeing your picture so clear,
What boy could be silent, say?
O give to a boy about to go deep down
From his great pain that is never-ending.

Choosing are the birds
Now, each one, their partner,
To live in union, ultimate, joy
Above every omen of grief.

One, one I choose,
And this is you, colour of the flowers;
For essential benefit, O give me your hand
To break my fear and wounds.

The spring is about to bud,
Summer's flowers come to be counted,
Venture, Gwen, fine nature is
Exhorting the sound of harmony.

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