Petalau a Drain (Version 2)

Petalau a Drain (Welsh) (Intro) (Verse 1) Mae hi’n gwisgo coron rhosod coch, Pob blodyn weddi, pob drain yn goch. Rwyt ti’n estyn llaw i’w dal yn dynn, A’th law yn rhwygo—eto rwyt ti’n syn. (Cytgan / Chorus) Petalau a drain, melys a gwyllt, Mae’i llygaid yn dyner, ei llais yn fwyn hyd byth. Fe waedi di dros harddwch, eto rwyt ti’n aros, Mae’i chysgod yn arwain dy galon i ffwrdd yn ddistaw. (Verse 2) Mae’i phresenoldeb fel goleuad tân, Mae’n llosgi’r enaid, ond yn dweud dy enw’n lân. Ni ofynnodd hi am ddim a roddaist, Ond pob dim wyt ti’n troi’n gaeth i’w swyn di-ffael. (Chorus) Petalau a drain, melys a gwyllt, Mae’i llygaid yn dyner, ei llais yn fwyn hyd byth. Fe waedi di dros harddwch, eto rwyt ti’n aros, Mae’i chysgod yn arwain dy galon i ffwrdd yn ddistaw. (Bridge) Wnes i erioed ddim bwriadu iti gwympo, Ond rhoist dy hun i gyd, heb ddim i’w gipio. Wnes i ddim galw, eto dyma ti’n sefyll, Lle blodeuodd cariad—ac eto’n rhwygo’n greulon. (Chorus) Petalau a drain, melys a gwyllt, Mae’i llygaid yn dyner, ei llais yn fwyn hyd byth. Fe waedi di dros harddwch, eto rwyt ti’n aros, Mae’i chysgod yn arwain dy galon i ffwrdd yn ddistaw. (Outro) Petals and Thorns (English) (Intro) (Verse 1) She wears a crown of red roses, Each flower a prayer, each thorn red. You stretch out your hand to hold her tight, And your hand is torn — yet still you remain entranced. (Chorus) Petals and thorns, sweet and wild, Her eyes are gentle, her voice is soft forever. You will bleed for beauty, yet still you stay, Her shadow leads your heart away in silence. (Verse 2) Her presence is like the light of fire, She burns the soul, yet speaks your name clearly. She never asked for anything you gave, But all that you are turns captive to her unfailing charm. (Chorus) Petals and thorns, sweet and wild, Her eyes are gentle, her voice is soft forever. You will bleed for beauty, yet still you stay, Her shadow leads your heart away in silence. (Bridge, whispered) I never once meant for you to fall, But you gave your whole self, with nothing to seize. I did not call, yet here you stand, Where love bloomed — and yet tore cruelly. (Chorus) Petals and thorns, sweet and wild, Her eyes are gentle, her voice is soft forever. You will bleed for beauty, yet still you stay, Her shadow leads your heart away in silence.