DESCRIPTION:
Can/Song: Can yn Ofer (A Song in Vain)
Band: Edward H Dafis
Album: Edward H Dafis Mewn Bocs (Edward H Dafis in a Box) / 20 o'r Caneuon Gorau (20 of the Greatest Songs)

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Geiriau:
Pam dani'n cefnu o hyd ac o hyd
ar yr anobaith sydd yn y byd?
Pam yr holl falais, pam yr holl drais?
Mae'n hen bryd i rhywun godi ei lais.

Miliwn fan yma, miliwn fan draw,
pam na all rywun estyn ei law?
Teimla ei hangen am luniaeth na ddaw,
agor dy lygaid i'w newyn a'i braw.

Ac mae'r byd eto'n troi a throi,
ofer yw ceisio ffoi.
Ac mae'r byd eto'n troi a throi,
troi a throi, troi a throi.

Ac mae'r byd eto'n troi a throi,
ofer yw ceisio ffoi.
Ac mae'r byd eto'n troi a throi,
troi a throi, troi a throi.

Dinesydd bach ffyddlon, dwi'n talu pob treth.
Mae gen i statws o rhyw fath ta beth,
rwy'n ffug resymegol, rwy'n swnllyd fel gweill.
Fy mhwrpas mewn bywyd yw dilyn y lleill.

Ac mae'r byd eto'n troi a throi,
ofer yw ceisio ffoi.
Ac mae'r byd eto'n troi a throi,
troi a throi, troi a throi.

Ac mae'r byd eto'n troi a throi,
ofer yw ceisio ffoi.
Ac mae'r byd eto'n troi a throi,
troi a throi, troi a throi.

English Translation Lyrics:
Why do we constantly turn our backs
on the despair that's in the world?
Why all the malice, why all the violence?
It's about time someone raised their voice.

A million here, a million there,
why can't someone extend their hand?
Feel their need for food that won't come,
open your eyes to their famine and fear.

And the world keeps on turning and turning,
trying to escape is in vain.
And the world keeps on turning and turning,
turning and turning, turning and turning.

And the world keeps on turning and turning,
trying to escape is in vain.
And the world keeps on turning and turning,
turning and turning, turning and turning.

A little loyal citizen, I pay every tax.
I have a status of some sort anyway,
I'm falsely logical, and noisy like them.
My purpose in life is to follow the rest.

And the world keeps on turning and turning,
trying to escape is in vain.
And the world keeps on turning and turning,
turning and turning, turning and turning.

And the world keeps on turning and turning,
trying to escape is in vain.
And the world keeps on turning and turning,
turning and turning, turning and turning.