Dimbran - Catatonia

O’r seddau gwag

Daw’r lleni i fynu byth eto

Yn araf deg

Mae’r gweddill yn llithro agor

(Wyt ti wedi sylweddoli fod y rhai sy’n edrych arnat ti trwy’r welltin yn ffôl?)

Ond mae’r oriau yn ffoi

Rhaid disgwyl yn hir yw goddef

Crwydiwr, rho ben i’r cystadleuaeth

Rho taw i’r siarad mân

Dimbran, estynies di’n rhy uchel

Ti’n welw ymffrosgar ti’n llwfr a ti’n wag

Cefnigen pur

Gwnaeth dy fam di byth d’alw di’n warthus

Ysblenydd ffug

Dy gynnydd ar ddiwedd y dôn

Ac fe gollaist di’r cynllun

I dagu’n foddhaus mewn poen

Dehonglai hyn

Mae dy wydd yn bygwth dim

Crwydiwr, rho ben i’r cystadleuaeth

Rho taw i’r siarad mân

Dimbran, Estynais di’n rhy uchel

Ti’n welw ymffrosgar ti’n llwfr a ti’n wag

Wyt ti wedi sylweddoli fod y rhai sy’n edrych arna ti trwy welltin yn ffôl, ffôl

Ysgwyd llaw am heno … siwr am ddod nol

There are empty seats

This year comes up again

Slowly

The rest are slipping open

(Have you realized that those who look at you through the straw are foolish?)

But hours are running away

To wait is to tolerate

Rover, end the competition

Give me the fine talk

Dimbran, please reach out too high

You are superfluous and hungry

Pure ocean

Your mother never called you a disgrace

A fake spark

Your progress at the end of the tune

And you lost the plan

To choke happily in pain

He interpreted this

Your goose threatens nothing

Rover, end the competition

Give me the fine talk

Dimbran, I stretched you too high

You are superfluous and hungry

Have you realized that those who look at you through straw are foolish, foolish

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