Hey people! 🙂
I wanted to share with you something by Gwilym today (or rather yesterday, but yesterday was quite chaotic so I didn’t manage in the end) and was very surprised to realise that I’ve never shared this one with you before, because it’s definitely one of my most favourite songs from his last album – “Arenig”. – It is one of the more contemporary-sounding songs on this album. I like how it’s so calmly joyful and thus makes an interesting contrast with the preceding
which is also a love song, and also one of my most favourite songs on this album, but feels so vastly different, being a much older composition and filled with anguish. Yet they both fit in there perfectly and the contrast probably just shows the beauty of each of them even more.
The song I want to show you today was originally composed and written by Gwilym and has really beautiful and captivating lyrics, although even I – being just a Welsh learner – can see that they sound way more natural in their actual language than any English translation would. Welsh is just so much better for this kind of thing. The translation is also Gwilym’s, and comes from
The sun was insisting that it was Summer,
and the blue-green path was inviting us,
and we heard the gentle bells of May
calling to us both.
She was the very essence of Spring,
and her conversation was a lovely, careless song.
And a feeling came over me, the like I’d never felt before,
like a fire under my skin.
A fire from my head to my feet,
her smile quickening the blood,
on the edge of the sea of blue bells.
Concealing the truth behind half a smile,
and longing for her tender embrace.
Concealing love behind sarcastic words,
and my life between her finger and thumb.
Every doubt had long since fled,
and the yearning was a rushing torrent,
to swim the sea of blue bells.
No one was an ear nor a witness, only leaves,
no one was an eye, except for the sun,
no one there but her and me;
the only people in the world.
And then we plunged deep into the wave;
one moment that lasted a whole year,
into the depths of a sea of blue bells.
To stay in her embrace was to prove a false hope,
a dream in vain.
And I hear the gentle bells of May
sighing a farewell to us both.
But I’ll keep this safe in the chamber of my heart:
the moment that lasted a whole year,
and I’ll remember this as long as I possess a memory;
holding her in a sea of blue bells.