E parrez langonned - Alan Stivell traduction en anglais

E parrez langonned

Kenavo ma zad, ma mamm
Kenavo mignoned
Kenavo deoc'h tud yaouank
Eus parrez Langonned

Ne oa ket roet din ar choaz
Dav oa din partiel
Kaset oan war ar mor bras
Kuitaet ma Breizh-Izel

Me oa-me gwall glac'haret
'Vont d'ober ma servij
Lesket 'moa e Langonned
Fleurenn ma yaouankiz

Lesket 'moa e ti he mamm
Ma mestrezig karet
Kaset oan d'an Oriant
Ha du-se oan gwisket

Berv e oa ma daoulagad
An avel oa uhel
Barzh an neñv e oa stered
Daole din sklerijenn

Ma vijen bet e skolioù
'M bije skrivet ul lizher
'Vit kontañ ma holl boanioù
Ha ma brasañ mizer

Fin oa bet ar beajoù
Erru oan me amzer
Digoue'et oan en-dro er vro
Echu oa ma c'hoñje

An eostig save d'al lein
Ha gane melodi
Kavet din ma Breizh-Izel
Erru oan 'barzh ma zi

Kentañ hin' am boa kavet
Oa 'vatezhig vihan
Ha ganti 'm boa goulennet
E-menn 'mañ 'r plac'h yaouank

'Mañ-hi du-se 'barzh ar sal vras
E-touez ar yaouankiz
Sonerien ouzh he gortoz
'Vit monet d'an iliz

En ur glevet kement-all
Me oa chomet souezhet
'C'haloupat da benn kêr all
Du-se em boa gwelet

Klevet 'peus, kamaraded
Setu aze 'n avis
Ma fell deoc'h bezañ touellet
Kit d'ober ho servij

Ha bezet gourc'hemennet
C'hwi holl merc'hed yaouank
'Mañ doganet ar baotred
'Vont da servij Bro-Frañs

E parrez langonned

Farewell, dear father, mother
Farewell, friends
I bid you farewell, young people
Of the parish of Langonned

I was not given a choice
I had to leave
I was sent to the vast sea
To leave my Brittany

I was filled with great sadness
As I went to do my duty
I was left in Langonned
The flower of my youth

I was left in my mother's house
My beloved mistress
I was sent to the Orient
And there I was dressed

My eyes were blinded
The wind was high
In the heavens were stars
To guide me

If I had been in school
I would have written a letter
To tell you of all my sorrows
And my greatest misery

The journey was over
My time had come
I had returned home
My leave was over

The nightingale flew to the holly
And sang a melody
I found my Brittany
I had arrived at my home

The first thing I saw
Was a little girl
And to her I asked
"Where is the young lady?"

She went into the great hall
Among the young people
Musicians waiting for her
to go to the church

Hearing all this
I was astonished
I wandered to another city
There I had seen

Listen, my friends
Here is the advice
If you want to be deceived
Go and do your military service

And be commanded
All you young women
That the boys should be deceived
To serve France