Paroles et traduction Les Ramoneurs de menhirs - Ya'at'eeh

Ya'at'eeh

Selaouit tud yaouank, ha c′hwi 'r re gozh ivez
Eh an da gontiñ deoc′h ur c'hantik a-nevez
Eh an da gontiñ deoc'h a-nevez kompozet
′Ziàr Leonard Peltier ′ lârer 'ma bet savet

Pell amzer ′ zo bremañ e oa bet toullbac'het
Kar gwirioù ar re ruz en devoa difennet
E bro an Oñkl Sam, g′ar fasoù gwenn renet
Na doc'h gwirioù Mab-den nend eo ket bet doujet

An den ruz disprizet, hag a-gostez laket
Gwenn, du, melen hepken, ar gerlenn ′ zo torret
Ne vo ket peac'h er bed, ken a na vo tolpet
En-dro ar pevar liv sakr; ar gerlenn ' vo serret

′R re ruz ′ lâr 'ma achu bed ar c′hroc'hen skignan
Fondet ′ vez an natur, lazhet get an argant
Tostaat a ra an amzer, mar 'd eus ket chañjamant
Tuchant ′ chomay ket mui heni àr an douar-mañ

Tud gwir ag an douar-mañ, sorserion, chamaned
Ha c'hwi ar pobloù fur, difennerion ar bed
E'it saoviñ hor mamm-douar, ′ vo ret deomp bout unanet
Doujiñ muioc′h d'an dud, d′ar plantoù, d'ar loened

Chadennet eo ma c′horf, met dizalc'h (eo) ma c′halon
Hag e ma huneioù e kuitan ma frizon
Àr zivaskell an erer eh an da gavouit ma zud
Disuj eo ma spered, me ne chomin ket mut

' Oa ket kablus anezhoñ, neoazh ' oa kondaonet
Paotred an FBI, ′n o las (o) doa eñ tapet
′ Zele ket chom en toull da achu e vuhez
Rait en-dro e frankiz da Leonard Peltier

Ya'at'eeh

Listen to me young people, and you old people too
And I will tell you a beautiful brand new story
And I will tell you a brand new composition
"Leonard Peltier's Freedom" is what it is called

He was imprisoned a long time ago
Because he defended the rights of the Red people
In Uncle Sam's country, where the white fascists rule
And Human Rights are not respected

The Red man is despised, and put aside
White, Black, Yellow only, the circle is broken
There will be no peace in the world, until we gather
Around the four sacred colors; the circle will be closed

The Reds tell us to stop the white man's world
Nature is being destroyed, killed by money
Time is running out, if there is no change
Soon there will be no more Indians left on this Earth

True people of this Earth, sorcerers, shamans
And you wise people, defenders of the world
To save our Mother Earth, we must be united
Respect more to men, to plants, to animals

My body is chained, but my heart is free
And in my dreams I leave my prison
On the wings of the eagle I go to find my people
My spirit is free, I will not be silent

They were not guilty, yet they were condemned
The FBI men, they were the ones who killed
I will not stay in prison for the rest of my life
Give back his freedom to Leonard Peltier