crazy, crazy oidhcheannan

Hallo uair a-rithist, nach neonach e nuair a tha do pharantan a' dannsadh gu oran nach aithnich thu agus nuair a tha e a' tighinn gu d'aire gur e oran leis na Di-Luainean sona. Nach neonach e nuair a lorgas tu a-mach gur e oran mu eccies a th'ann. Nach neonach na laithean anns a bheil sinn beo. Ach 's e oran math dha-riribh a th'ann. co-dhiu airson a' bheagan aimsir a tha romhainn, ni mi dain dhaibh airson bhur tlachd.

If I can't believe in poesy
Where is my heart for sure
I haven't lived for long enough
To feel religion's lure
If all the truth is heartache
Where is my wisdom now
I feel I'm trapped in dystopia
With nothing to my bow
Break the will of the rulers
By living like a girl
Or sleep with one so fair
That thrones begin to birl
We haven't had a time of freedom
Since minus three thousand and six
But soon the dropsy calculates
The end of evil bricks
Time is time and not a poopy
But eternity will come
When love flowers against concrete
And peace says, my will be done

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Agus a-nis, bodach

And then, I held my life in the balance
And resolved to throw it away
It was reduced to common equivalence
My love has ebbed and frayed
And alien to me, I watched her
Smile at the one she destroyed
In all points she avoided my anger
But I found her, cursed her, enjoyment
So now I perceive as a relic
That my heart is gone with her heart
And joy is somehting quite frantic
To be shunned as we still stay apart

Oh tha mo laithean cho bronach as aonais mo charaid ghaolach a Lunnainn. Tha e doirbh smaoineachadh air na bomaichean a thachair gun dragh a bhith orm uimpe. Tha i alainn gu dearbh agus cuimir, ach cuin a chi mi a-rithist i, uill chan urrainn dhomh innse. Tha bodach dubh ag radh freasdal dhe nam chluais, ach tha i nas cothromaiche na Dia, agus mar sin, tha dochas fhathast ann.
Tioraidh
DC