Lyrics to Chwarae'n Troi'n Chwerw (When Play Turns Bitter)
A couple people have asked about the actual lyrics to the song that inspired my WIP, Chwarae'n Troi'n Chwerw (When Play Turns Bitter), so I thought I'd include them here and just reference this post in the Author's Notes, since it is actually a beautiful song and one of my favourites. Plus, the lyrics suit Dean's post-apocalypse life kind of perfectly.
The original Welsh lyrics can be found online with little trouble, if anyone's interested, but since there are few enough of us out there that actually speak the language, I'll just put them in English here.
Chwarae'n Troi'n Chwerw (When Play Turns Bitter)
Lyrics by Caryl Parry-Jones
Your life is happy
You're happy with your world
But there is something small in the back of your head
Your concerns are still free
You fall into the trap
Without knowing what you want
And there's nothing left but a foolish idea
Everything goes back into place
(Chorus)
And the play turns sour
The wine turns sour
The smile turned into tears
And the buzz becomes a husband
And if you're somewhere listening to my song
Remember that play turns sour
When playing a fire
And then, piecemeal
The pieces come together
You come to understand how to get
The best of both worlds
It becomes easier to tell a lie
That sounds like the truth
And you know full well that the cup is full
And that the way before thee is clear
Life is too short
And time is running out
You fight and your conscience is clear
But you're willing to give up on anything
The original Welsh lyrics can be found online with little trouble, if anyone's interested, but since there are few enough of us out there that actually speak the language, I'll just put them in English here.
Chwarae'n Troi'n Chwerw (When Play Turns Bitter)
Lyrics by Caryl Parry-Jones
Your life is happy
You're happy with your world
But there is something small in the back of your head
Your concerns are still free
You fall into the trap
Without knowing what you want
And there's nothing left but a foolish idea
Everything goes back into place
(Chorus)
And the play turns sour
The wine turns sour
The smile turned into tears
And the buzz becomes a husband
And if you're somewhere listening to my song
Remember that play turns sour
When playing a fire
And then, piecemeal
The pieces come together
You come to understand how to get
The best of both worlds
It becomes easier to tell a lie
That sounds like the truth
And you know full well that the cup is full
And that the way before thee is clear
Life is too short
And time is running out
You fight and your conscience is clear
But you're willing to give up on anything