Paroles et traduction Alan Stivell - Son ar chistr (Live)

Son ar chistr (Live)

Ev sistr ′ta Laou, rak sistr zo mat, loñla
Ev sistr 'ta Laou, rak sistr zo mat
Ev sistr ′ta Laou, rak sistr zo mat
Ur blank, ur blank ar chopinad loñla
Ur blank, ur blank ar chopinad
Ar sistr zo graet 'vit bout evet, loñla
Hag ar merc'hed ′vit bout karet
Karomp pep hini e hini, loñla
′Vo kuit da zen kaout jalousi
N'oan ket c′hoazh tri mizeureujet, loñla
'Ben ′vezen bemdez chikanet
Taolioù botoù, fasadigoù, loñla
Ha toull an nor 'wechadigoù
Met n′eo ket se 'ra poan-spered din, loñla
Ar pezh 'oa bet lavaret din
Lâret ′oa din′oan butuner, loñla
Ha lonker sistr ha merc'hetaer
Ev sistr ′ta Laou, rak sistr zo mat, loñla
Ur blank, ur blank ar chopinad
Bois donc du cidre, Guillaume, car le cidre est bon
Un sou, un sou, le verre
Le cidre est fait pour être bu
Et les filles pour être aimées
Aimons chacun notre chacune
Et il n'y aura plus de jalousie
Je n′étais pas marié depuis trois mois
Que j'étais disputé chaque jour
Des coups de pieds?
Et le seuil de la porte quelquefois
Mais ce n′est pas ce qui me chagrine le plus
C'est ce qu'on disait de moi
On disait de moi que j′étais volage
Buveur de cidre et coureur de jupons

Son ar chistr (Live)

Ah! sister by the ocean, for sisters are good, my dear
My sister by the ocean, because sisters are good
Ah! sister by the ocean, because sisters are good
A penny, a penny for a glass
A penny, a penny for a glass
Sister was made to be drunk
And girls to be loved
Darling, let's love each other
And there will be no more jealousy
I had not been married three months as yet,
When ev'ry day I was beaten and abused
Foot-blows and pinching
And sometimes the door-step
But that's not what vexes me the most
But what was said about me
They said I was a debauchee
A cider-drinker and a womanizer
Ah! sister by the ocean, for sisters are good, my dear
A penny, a penny for a glass
Drink some cider, William, because cider is good
A sou, a sou, the glass
Cider is made to be drunk
And the girls to be loved
Darling, let's love each other
And there will be no more jealousy
I had not been married three months as yet,
When ev'ry day I was beaten and abused
Foot-blows?
And sometimes the door-step
But that's not what vexes me the most
But what was said about me
They said I was a debauchee
A cider-drinker and a womanizer