Mae gwynt gwyllt y porthladd yn gaddo, gaddo gaeaf
a'r hen ysbrydion yn sibrwd, sibrwd straeon
mae sôn fod twnnel yn mynd o dan y dŵr yn rhywle
ond rhaid i fi gyfaddef bod fi byth di gweld e
Sisial y môr, llong heb angor
Mae'r glaw crac yn clatsio, yn clatsio ein hwynebau
a ninnau'n mynnu cael cip ar yr olygfa
trio cofio hen amgueddfa
ond sneb ddim callach am beth oedd yna gyntaf
Sisial y môr, llong heb angor
a'r awyr borffor
sisial y môr
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The wild wind in the port is promising, promising winter
and the old ghosts are whispering, whispering stories
they say that there's a tunnel that goes underwater somewhere
but I must admit that I've never seen it
The whispering sea, a ship without an anchor
The angry rain is slapping, slapping our faces
whilst we insist on having a peek at the scenery
trying to remember an old museum
but we're none the wiser as to what was there first
The whispering sea, a ship without an anchor
and the purple sky
the whispering sea
a'r hen ysbrydion yn sibrwd, sibrwd straeon
mae sôn fod twnnel yn mynd o dan y dŵr yn rhywle
ond rhaid i fi gyfaddef bod fi byth di gweld e
Sisial y môr, llong heb angor
Mae'r glaw crac yn clatsio, yn clatsio ein hwynebau
a ninnau'n mynnu cael cip ar yr olygfa
trio cofio hen amgueddfa
ond sneb ddim callach am beth oedd yna gyntaf
Sisial y môr, llong heb angor
a'r awyr borffor
sisial y môr
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The wild wind in the port is promising, promising winter
and the old ghosts are whispering, whispering stories
they say that there's a tunnel that goes underwater somewhere
but I must admit that I've never seen it
The whispering sea, a ship without an anchor
The angry rain is slapping, slapping our faces
whilst we insist on having a peek at the scenery
trying to remember an old museum
but we're none the wiser as to what was there first
The whispering sea, a ship without an anchor
and the purple sky
the whispering sea