Paid a Mynd i'r Nos Heb Ofyn Pam - Brigyn (geiriau / lyrics)

Can/Song: Paid a Mynd i'r Nos Heb Ofyn Pam (Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night) Band: Brigyn Album: Brigyn 3 Addasiad i'r Gymraeg o gerdd enwog y bardd Dylan Thomas Welsh adaption/translation of poem by famous Welsh poet Dylan Thomas "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" Darllenwch gefndir y gerdd yma / Read about the poem here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_not_g... Prynwch/Buy 'Brigyn 3': http://www.sadwrn.com/cd.asp?id=552 Hefyd ar gael drwy wefan swyddogol Brigyn: http://www.brigyn.com/cymraeg/siop.html Also available through Brigyn's offical shop: http://www.brigyn.com/english/shop.html Welsh Music Blog / Blog Cerddoriaeth Cymraeg:   / welshmusic-cerddoriaethcymraeg   Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/Welsh_Music Geiriau: Paid â mynd i'r nos heb ofyn pam; ysa, yn dy henaint, am droi'n gas wrth y drefn a fyn ddifodi'r fflam. Doethion yn eu noethni'n mentro'r cam i lawr i bwll heb olau ar y ffas, ân' nhw ddim yn llwch heb ofyn pam. Dynion da'n eu dagrau'n cofio cam alw dawns y don mewn cilfach las, ân' nhw ddim i'r dwfn heb ofyn pam. Dynion gwyllt a gipiai, o roi llam, hynt yr haul ar gân, cyn colli blas, ân' nhw ddim yn bridd heb ofyn pam. Gwyr y beddau'n llon er gweld, yn gam, wreichion gwib ffwrneisi'r sêr ar ras, ân' nhw ddim i'r gwag heb ofyn pam. Tithau 'nhad yng ngwagle'r Pelican, rhega fi a'th ddagrau llym, di-ras. paid â mynd i'r nos heb ofyn pam wrth y drefn a fyn ddifodi'r fflam. English Poem: Do not go gentle into that good night, old age should burn and rage at close of day; rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, because their words had forked no lightning they do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. do not go gentle into that good night, rage, rage against the dying of the light.