No one does eternal sunshine sandals in the childhood summertime pastoral quite like Euros. Like a big huge splurgy primary colour kid's painting, Euros smacks you round the chops with effervescing feeling laid bare. Jaunt, ditty, quirk and low key angst. Sung in Welsh but belay your geiriadur mawr mates and let the psych tinged melody work its magic. Super.
Oddi wrth y brawd
dewch i dawnsio dan y lleuad
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