Heno, ‘dw i’n syllu,
Heno, ti’n gwingo,
Heno, ‘dw i’n gwintyllu
Yr awel sy’n ddi-flino.
Heno, ti adra,
A’r hiraeth wedi cilio.
Heno, ‘dw i adra,
A’r atgof yn fy mlingo.
Heno, does na’m newid
i be’ ti’n deimlo,
i be ‘dw i’n gofio.
Heno, nid oes addewid,
Heno, nid oes ni.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 7:03 AM UTC
Heno, ‘dw i’n syllu,
Heno, ti’n gwingo,
Heno, ‘dw i’n gwintyllu
Yr awel sy’n ddi-flino.
Heno, ti adra,
A’r hiraeth wedi cilio.
Heno, ‘dw i adra,
A’r atgof yn fy mlingo.
Heno, does na’m newid
i be’ ti’n deimlo,
i be ‘dw i’n gofio.
Heno, nid oes addewid,
Heno, nid oes ni.
This poem is in Welsh, my mother tounge. The translation below is literal, and therefore does not rhyme as it does in Welsh;
Heno - Tonight
Tonight, I'm staring,
Tonight, you're writhe.
Tonight, I'm dissecting,
The breeze that's non stop.
Tonight, you're home,
And the longing has dissapeared.
Tonight, I'm home,
And the memory is skinning me.
Tonight, there's no change
to what you're feeling
to what I remember.
Tonight, there's no promise,
Tonight, there's no us.
