## Lladd Eich Gwraig

Killing your wife

Taflodd y llun Roedd yna gormod yn dangos gweddi oddi Duw bob dydd Gweddi dim ond am bod yn rhydd Lladd eich gwraig, lladd eich gwraig A pham maen'n gweiddi does neb yn gweiddi 'da fe, A pham bu'n marw bydd neb yn marw 'da fe Mae ei gwraig yn gorwedd ar bwrdd y gegin Lladd eich gwraig, lladd eich gwraig Mae'n edrych ar ei gwraig Mae'n gwenu iddo'i hun Mae'n chwarae gyda'r blodau Mae'n yfed ei hoff gwin Lladd eich gwraig, lladd eich gwraig Chorus Llosgodd y llun Dwedodd bod gormod yn dangos gweddi oddi Duw bob dydd Gweddiodd a daeth, daeth yn rhydd Kill all Americans, kill all americans A pham maen'n gweiddi does neb yn gweiddi 'da fe, Lladd eich gwraig, lladd eich gwraig | He threw the picture There were too many prayers to God every day Praying only to be free Killing your wife, killing your wife And when he shouts no-one shouts with him And when he dies, no-one will die with him His wife is lying on the kitchen table Killing your wife, killing your wife He looks at his wife He smiles to himself He plays with the flowers He drinks his favourite wine Killing your wife, killing your wife He burnt the picture He said there were too many prayers to God every day He prayed and he became, became free And when he shouts no-one shouts with him Killing your wife, killing your wife

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From the album Patio

English translation in white