Paroles et traduction Alan Stivell - Silvestrig

Silvestrig

Barzh e parrez Sant Servais
War vordig Mene Bre
′Z'eus ur c′habiten yaouank o sevel un arme (bis)
Me 'm'eus ur mab, Silvestrig, zo o vonet ivez

"Roit din va mab Silvestrig, n′am eus mab nemetañ
Me ′bako deoc'h, kabiten, an arc′hant deut gantañ
- Ne dalv ket; graet ar marc'had, diwezhat eo bremañ;
N′eus soudard all en arme a blij din eveltañ

- Na te, labousig bihan, war-bouez da zivaskell
A nije dreist ar broioù da gaout va mabig pell?
A c'houlennfe digantañ keleier ar brezel
Mard eo yac′h hag e buhez, dont da di e gavell..."

Pa oa an tad glac'haret oc'h ober e gañvoù
E oa e vab Silvestrig ′toull an nor o selaou
- O tizreiñ eus an arme emaon war ho treuzoù
Na ouelit ket, o va zad, ha sec′hit ho taeloù!"

Silvestrig

Ballad of the Parish of Saint Servais
On the coast of Mene Bre
There is a young captain who is raising an army (bis)
I have a son, Silvestrig, who is also going

"Give me back my son, Silvestrig, I have no other son
I will give you, captain, the money brought with him
- It is not worth it; the bargain is made, it is too late now;
There is no other soldier in the army who pleases me like him

- Do not cry, little peasant, about your sorrow
Shall I go across the countries to find your little boy far away?
Will you ask me for news of the war
If he is well and alive, come to your house and find it..."

When the father was finishing his verses
His son Silvestrig was at the door listening
- I am returning from the army to your feet
Do you not see, my father, and dry your tears!"