Suo Gân - Moto Boy перевод на французский

Suo Gân

Huna blentyn, ar fy mynwes,
Clyd a chynmes ydyw hon;
Breichiau mam sy'n dyn amdant,
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron.
Ni chaiff dim amharu'th gynum,
Ni wna undyn a thi gam:
Huna'n dawel, annwyl bientyn,
Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam.

Huna'n dawel hana huna
Huna'n fwyn y del ei lun:
Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenu.
Gwenu'n dirion yn dy hun
Ai angylion fry sy'n gwenu
Arnat yno'n gwenu'n llon
Titha'u'n gwenu'n ol a huno,
Huno'n dawel ar fy mron.

Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen
Gura, gura ar y ddor;
Paid ag ofni ton fach unig
Sua, sua ay lan y mor,
Huna blentyn nid oes yma
Ddim I roddi iti fraw;
Ar yr engl gwynion draw.

(Translation:)
To my lullaby surrender,
Warm and tender is my breast;
Mother's arms with love caressing
Lay their blessing on your rest;
Nothing shall tonight alarm you,
None shall harm you, have no fear;
Lie contented, calmly slumber
On your mother's breast my dear.

Here tonight I tightly hold you
And enfold you while you sleep,
Why, I wonder, are you smiling
Smiling in your slumber deep?
Are the angels on you smiling
And beguiling you with charm,
While you also smile, my blossom,
In my bosom soft and warm?

Have no fear now, leaves are knocking,
Gently knocking at our door;
Have no fear now, waves are beating,
Gently beating on the shore.
Sleep, my darling, none shall harm you
Nor alarm you, never
And beguiling those on high.

Berceuse

Dors mon petit, sur mon sein,
Chaud et tendre il est pour toi;
Les bras d'une mère t'enveloppent,
L'amour d'une mère t'est en moi.
Rien ne pourra te troubler,
Personne ne te fera de mal;
Dors paisiblement, mon petit ange,
Dors doucement sur le sein de ta mère.

Dors paisiblement, dors mon petit,
Dors doucement, il est si beau;
Pourquoi souris-tu ainsi ?
Un sourire radieux sur ton visage,
Est-ce les anges qui te sourient
Là-haut, te souriant joyeusement,
Tu leur souris en retour et tu t'endors,
Tu t'endors paisiblement sur mon sein.

N'aie pas peur, juste une feuille
Frappe, frappe à la porte;
N'aie pas peur de la petite vague solitaire
Frappe, frappe sur le rivage de la mer,
Dors mon petit, il n'y a personne ici
Pour te faire peur;
Seuls les anges blancs là-haut.

(Traduction:)
To my lullaby surrender,
Warm and tender is my breast;
Mother's arms with love caressing
Lay their blessing on your rest;
Nothing shall tonight alarm you,
None shall harm you, have no fear;
Lie contented, calmly slumber
On your mother's breast my dear.

Here tonight I tightly hold you
And enfold you while you sleep,
Why, I wonder, are you smiling
Smiling in your slumber deep?
Are the angels on you smiling
And beguiling you with charm,
While you also smile, my blossom,
In my bosom soft and warm?

Have no fear now, leaves are knocking,
Gently knocking at our door;
Have no fear now, waves are beating,
Gently beating on the shore.
Sleep, my darling, none shall harm you
Nor alarm you, never
And beguiling those on high.