Текст и перевод песни Alan Stivell - Son Ar Christr

Son Ar Christr

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

Sister of Laou, for sisters are good

Sister of Laou, for sisters are good, my dear
Sister of Laou, for sisters are good
Sister of Laou, for sisters are good
A penny, a penny for a glass, my dear
A penny, a penny for a glass

Sisters are made to be kissed, my dear
And girls to be loved

Let's each love our own, my dear
And there will be no more jealousy

I had not been married for three months yet, my dear
When I was quarreled with every day

Blows with the feet, insults, my dear
And the door sill sometimes

But that is not what grieves me the most, my dear
It is what has been said about me

It was said that I was a womanizer, my dear
A cider drinker and a womanizer

Sister of Laou, for sisters are good, my dear
A penny, a penny for a glass

Drink cider then, William, for cider is good
A penny, a penny, the glass

Cider is made to be drunk
And girls to be loved

Let's each love our own
And there will be no more jealousy

I had not been married for three months yet
When I was quarreled with every day

Blows with the feet?
And the door sill sometimes

But that is not what grieves me the most
It is what has been said about me

It was said that I was a womanizer
A cider drinker and a womanizer