2022 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens ha Pemp
De Meurth, pajardegves mis Efen
Tuesday, 14th June
Tuesday, 14th June
Gordhûher ew, ha ma'n howlsedhes ow treylya scorrow ûhel an gwedh bronsliw. En hav ma'n howl ow sedha e'n noor-west. Soweth, na venja an flehes mos dhe'n gwyly. "Nag ew nos whath! Ma whans dhe nei a wary. Nag eus othom dhen a gòsca." "Bes my a venja mos dhe'n gwyly ow hònan. My a vedn alwhedha an daras. Whei ell còsca e'n lowarth!" Heb sowena.
It's evening, and the sunset is turning the trees' top branches a bronze colour. In summer the sun sets in the north-west. "It's not night yet! We want to play. We do not need to sleep." "But I'd like to go to bed myself. I will lock the door. You can sleep in the garden!" Unsuccessful.
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