laithean geala

Hallo a naimhdean, fhuair mi beagan solas an-diugh, nuair a fhuair mi a-mach gum b'urrainn dhomh dol air mo laithean saora comhla ri mo theaghlach, agus, gum faodainn rachadh, (nach eil sin na facal snog) gu lige naiseanta a' phop ann an ceann an iar Glaschu oidhche h-Aoine. Bidh splaoid mor ann a-sin tha mi'n duil. Ach deoch, deoch, deoch, nach eil sin na h-amaideas, gu h-araidh nuair a tha feum agad air sgriob mor a thoirt ann an car an ath latha gu ruige Ardfearn, ge bith de tha sin anns a' Ghaidhlig. Ard Fearna 's mathaid? Co-dhiu, bidh mi ann, le mo cheann gus sgoltadh leis an daorach, agus diobhairt a' ruith sios gu m'adhbrannan, 'sdocha nach bi mi ann fada mus can iad, hoigh, a bhalaich, thoir do chasan dhachaigh, ged a tha e miltean bho sin gu Glaschu, agus mi le aithreachas airson mo pheacadh; a bhith a' creidsinn gu bheil Dia a' frithealadh na misgearan na throcair le pinntean Guinness. Agus as deidh sin nach can e guth ach "b'e deagh oidhche a bha sin a Dhaibhidh, nach robh?" Tha Dia cho deidheil air na dibhe.
Co-dhiu, a bharrachd air toibheum, tha dan agam dhaibh;

No order, but disorder
Reason wins through against all doubt
Natural chaos comes from loving
As a fool I walk about
And spread my madness to the trees
That once I did become
Enveloped in their earthy tendrils
My brain cells start to hum
The song; my life's a disaster
In 6/8 time with a smile
I'll compose the tune of the bastards
Who cut me up a while
All gods, all demons do repose
On high in mountains sheer
But their corpses now are putrid
And their thoughts have disappeared
So to the material engine
That goaded me to this cliff
My lover's body happily glowing
That answered as I went stiff
I am for you but you've rescinded
The love inside turns to hate
And your soul will now be banished
As from your head the piles of slate
Form and then shatter apart
For all laws are not worth much when they're split
By one man, one monster, one god
Leave life, you're worthless, you're spit

Agus air an slige-boma a tha sin, feasgar math!