Текст и перевод песни Tri Yann - La mer est sans fin (Divent an Dour)

La mer est sans fin (Divent an Dour)

E brezhoneg:

Divent an dour n′hellan ket treuziñ
Ha n'hellan ket nijal ivez.
Fardit ur vag a zougo hon daou
Roeñviñ a rin ma c′harantez.

Bout zo ur vag a red war vor
En e zonded an donañ,
Met donoc'h c'hoazh eo ma c′harantez;
N′ouian ma neuian pe ma veuzan.

Harpet e oan ouzh un dervennig
'Seblante din ur wezenn sur;
Hi a blegas hag em dorras
Vel ma reas ma c′harantez.

Lakaet men dorn e-barzh ur vodenn
Evit kutuilh ar flourañ bleuenn,
Brochet mem biz betek an askorn;
Dilezet 'm eus ar vleuenn griz.

Troidigezh e galleg:

Je ne peux traverser l′eau immense
Et je ne peux voler non plus.
Equipez un bateau qui nous portera tous deux,
Je ramerai, mon amour.

Il y a un bateau qui court sur mer
Dans sa plus grande profondeur,
Mais plus profond encore est mon amour;
Je ne sais si je nage ou si je me noie.

J'étais appuyé contre un jeune chêne
Qui me semblait un arbre solide;
Il plia et se cassa
Comme fit mon amour.

(J′ai) mis ma main dans un buisson
Pour cueillir la plus douce fleur,
Piqué mon doigt jusqu'à l'os;
J′ai laissé la fleur cruelle.

The Sea is Endless (Divent an Dour)

In Breton:

Across the water I cannot cross
And I cannot fly either.
Prepare a boat that will carry us both,
I will row, my love.

There is a boat that runs on sea
In its greatest depth,
But deeper still is my love;
I know not if I swim or if I drown.

I was leaning against a young oak
It seemed to me a solid tree;
It bent and broke
As did my love.

I put my hand in a bush
To pick the sweetest flower,
Pricked my finger to the bone;
I have left the cruel flower.

Translation in English:

I cannot cross the immense water
And I cannot fly either.
Equip a boat that will carry us both,
I will row, my love.

There is a boat that runs on sea
In its greatest depth,
But deeper still is my love;
I know not if I swim or if I drown.

I was leaning against a young oak
It seemed to me a solid tree;
It bent and broke
As did my love.

(I) put my hand in a bush
To pick the sweetest flower,
Pricked my finger to the bone;
I have left the cruel flower.