Rhwng Galar a Meddalwch | Between Sorrow and Softness

☀️Zonne ~ Artanne☀️

field recording, ambient, nature sounds, celtic folk, folk, introspective

STUDIO

Original Track: Diamondachi
Original Lyrics | Musical arrangement in Studio
Voice based on my own voice | Cover art

**English translation below**

Rwy’n byw rhwng dau fyd,
Rhwng golau a’r cudd.
Un byd mae pobl yn ei weld,
Un byd rwy’n ei gario.

Mae’r glaw yn disgyn dros y ddau,
Fel tristwch, fel tynerwch.
Ac yn rhywle rhyngddynt hwy,
Rwy’n dysgu tyfu.

Rhwng poen a thynerwch,
Rwy’n cael lle i fod yn fi.....

Nid yw’r glaw yn golchi popeth,
Mae’n fy nghadw rhag diflannu.
Rhywbeth cudd ers mor hir,
Yn cael lle i fod a thyfu.

Rhywbeth ynof fu’n dawel ers tro,
Wedi’i guddio, bron yn anghof.
Pan ddiflannodd popeth arall,
Roedd lle’n dal ynof am dyfu.

Dim angen llais uchel,
Dim angen bod yn weladwy.
Fel glaw tyner ar fy nghroen,
Caiff fy nghyffwrdd a’m deffro.

Ni ddewisaf dawelwch mwy,
Mae lle i fodoli’n dyner.
Yr hyn a ddeffrowyd gan y glaw,
Mae’n rhan ohonof, er mor fregus.

Nid yw’r glaw yn golchi popeth,
Mae’n fy nghadw rhag diflannu.
Yr hyn a ddeffrowyd gan y glaw,
Yn cael lle i fod a thyfu.

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Between Sorrow and Softness

I live between two worlds,
Between light and the hidden.
One world people see,
One world I carry.

The rain falls over them both,
Like sadness, like tenderness.
And somewhere between them,
I am learning to grow.

Between pain and tenderness,
I find space to be myself.

The rain doesn’t wash everything away,
It keeps me from disappearing.
Something hidden for so long
Is given space to be and grow.

Something in me has been quiet for a while,
Hidden away, almost forgotten.
When everything else disappeared,
There was still room in me to grow.

No need for a loud voice,
No need to be visible.
Like gentle rain on my skin,
I am touched and awakened.

I will choose silence no more,
There is room to exist gently.
What was awakened by the rain
Is part of me, however fragile.

The rain doesn’t wash everything away,
It keeps me from disappearing.
What was awakened by the rain
Is given space to be and grow.

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Original Track: Diamondachi Original Lyrics | Musical arrangement in Studio Voice based on my own voice | Cover art © Artanne - All rights reserved ─────────★──────────★ **English translation below** Rwy’n byw rhwng dau fyd, Rhwng golau a’r cudd. Un byd mae pobl yn ei weld, Un byd rwy’n ei gario. Mae’r glaw yn disgyn dros y ddau, Fel tristwch, fel tynerwch. Ac yn rhywle rhyngddynt hwy, Rwy’n dysgu tyfu. Rhwng poen a thynerwch, Rwy’n cael lle i fod yn fi..... Nid yw’r glaw yn golchi popeth, Mae’n fy nghadw rhag diflannu. Rhywbeth cudd ers mor hir, Yn cael lle i fod a thyfu. Rhywbeth ynof fu’n dawel ers tro, Wedi’i guddio, bron yn anghof. Pan ddiflannodd popeth arall, Roedd lle’n dal ynof am dyfu. Dim angen llais uchel, Dim angen bod yn weladwy. Fel glaw tyner ar fy nghroen, Caiff fy nghyffwrdd a’m deffro. Ni ddewisaf dawelwch mwy, Mae lle i fodoli’n dyner. Yr hyn a ddeffrowyd gan y glaw, Mae’n rhan ohonof, er mor fregus. Nid yw’r glaw yn golchi popeth, Mae’n fy nghadw rhag diflannu. Yr hyn a ddeffrowyd gan y glaw, Yn cael lle i fod a thyfu. © Artanne - 2026 ─────────★──────────★ Between Sorrow and Softness I live between two worlds, Between light and the hidden. One world people see, One world I carry. The rain falls over them both, Like sadness, like tenderness. And somewhere between them, I am learning to grow. Between pain and tenderness, I find space to be myself. The rain doesn’t wash everything away, It keeps me from disappearing. Something hidden for so long Is given space to be and grow. Something in me has been quiet for a while, Hidden away, almost forgotten. When everything else disappeared, There was still room in me to grow. No need for a loud voice, No need to be visible. Like gentle rain on my skin, I am touched and awakened. I will choose silence no more, There is room to exist gently. What was awakened by the rain Is part of me, however fragile. The rain doesn’t wash everything away, It keeps me from disappearing. What was awakened by the rain Is given space to be and grow.

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