Paroles et traduction Alan Stivell - Olwen

Olwen

Melenach e oed e fenn
Na blodou an banadyl
Gwennach e oed he diwvronn
Na bronn an alarch gwenn
An wen hewen am lowenas
An hegarat, an lagat glas
Mar ham gworant va charantidh
Da vut innos och he chostith
Pedeir meillionenn gwynnyon
Auydei yny hol
Pa ford bennak y delhei hag am hynny
Y gelwit hi Olwen

Tous ceux qui la voyaient ne pouvaient s'emp? cher de l'aimer.
Sa t? te? tait plus blonde que les fleurs du gen? t,
Ses seins plus blancs que la poitrine du cygne blanc,
Quatre tr? fles blancs, poussaient sur sa trace,
Quelque soit le chemin qu'elle prit.
Et c'est pourquoi on l'appelait: Olwen!

Olwen

My love was on the hilltop,
Among the broom flowers,
Her breasts were whiter,
Than the breast of the white swan,
The fair one that was my sweetheart,
Her hair was golden, her eyes were blue,
My love was better than all the rest,
If you would know who she is,
Four white trefoils grew,
In her footsteps,
On every path that she would go,
Therefore her name was Olwen.

All those who saw her could not help but to love her.
Her hair was blonder than the flowers of the broom,
Her breasts whiter than the breast of the white swan,
Four white trefoils, would sprout in her wake,
Whatever path she took.
And for this reason, she was called: Olwen!