Текст и перевод песни Alan Stivell - Lands of My Fathers

Lands of My Fathers

Ni Breizhiz a galon karomp hon gwir vro
Brudet eo an arvor dre ar bed tro dro
Dispont kreiz ar brezel hon tadou ken mat
A skuilhas eviti o gwad

O Breizh ma bro me'gar ma 8ro
Tra ma vo 'r mor 'vel mur n he zro
Ra vezo digabestr ma bro

Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl I mi
Ggvvlad beirod a chantorion, enwogion o fr
Ei el gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarvvyr tra mad
Tros ryddid collasant eu gwaed

Gwlad, gwlad, pleidiol wyf i'm gwald
Tra mor yn fur i'r bur hoff bau,
O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau

Chant transfrontalier des peuples brittoniques
Chant pour la survie, il n'est pas encore l'heure de l'oublier...

Lands of My Fathers

My Brittany, my true country, in my heart
Famous is the coast all around the world
Despite the war our fathers fought so well
They shed their blood for it

O Brittany, my country my home
As long as the sea is a wall to its shore
My country will never be taken again

The old country of my fathers is dear to me
Land of bards and singers, famous for ages
Its brave warriors, true patriots
For freedom they lost their blood

Country, country, I am faithful to my country
While the sea is a wall for the pure, dear land
May the old language endure

Transnational song of the British peoples
Song for survival, it is not yet time to forget it...