Текст и перевод песни Denez Prigent - Gwerz Kiev

Gwerz Kiev

Dar beajour a c′houlenno
Hent da Giev c'hwi a lâro:
"Heuliit en neñv ar bultured,
′Kasint 'c'hanoc′h hep kudenn ′bet."

Ha da Giev pa erruo,
Gwall-galonad en a gavo.
E-barzh ar straedon tud varvo,
A-hed-da-hed dre gantado.

O loli, o lolo
O loli, o lolo
O loli, o lolo
O loli, o lolo

Có bhuail mo dhoras 'san dubh fhuar,
A feòraicheadh ri thighinn a-staigh.
"Mas tus am buanaiche ′th'a-muigh,
Nach tig thu staigh ′ga mhaoidheadh uainn'?

Mas tus am buanaiche a-muigh
Nach tig thu staigh cho grad ri ghrad?
Nach tig thu staigh cho grad ri ghrad,
Ar faochadh bhon a ghalar seo?

O lo lidh o lo lo
O lo lidh o lo lo
O lo lidh o lo lo
O lo lidh o lo lo

"Itron, an Ankoù nen on ket,
Ur beajour ne lâran ket,
O klask ur gwele da gouskiñ,
Hag un tamm boued da zrebiñ"

O loli, o lolo
O loli, o lolo
O loli, o lolo
O loli, o lolo

"Chan eil ri ithe ′n seo an corr
Ach talamh fuar ezer son rìgh
Chan eil 'san taigh ach steillein fuar',
Is seall mo thriùir chloinn′ orra marbh."

O lo lidh o lo lo
O lo lidh o lo lo
O lo lidh o lo lo
O lo lidh o lo lo

"Allas vit gwele met skebell,
Warno dija ma zri bugel."

The Lament of Kiev

As I was walking in sorrow
I was making my way to Kiev:
"Follow the vultures in the sky,
They'll lead you there, no need to worry."

And when I arrived in Kiev,
My heart was heavy within me.
In the streets, people were dying,
Hour after hour, as far as the eye could see.

O loli, o lolo
O loli, o lolo
O loli, o lolo
O loli, o lolo

Who is that knocking at my door in the cold dark night,
And asking to come in?
"If you are a traveler," I said,
"Will you not come in and rest awhile?"

If you are a traveler outside,
Will you not come in as quickly as you can?
Will you not come in as quickly as you can,
To save me from this illness?"

O lo lidh o lo lo
O lo lidh o lo lo
O lo lidh o lo lo
O lo lidh o lo lo

"Lady, Death is on his way,
And there is no escape from his journey.
Prepare your bed for sleeping,
And prepare some food for eating."

O loli, o lolo
O loli, o lolo
O loli, o lolo
O loli, o lolo

"There is no food here for the living,
Only cold earth for kings and queens.
There is nothing in this house but a cold star,
And my three children are watching it die."

O lo lidh o lo lo
O lo lidh o lo lo
O lo lidh o lo lo
O lo lidh o lo lo

"Alas for my bed of rushes,
Where my three children lay."