Текст и перевод песни Tri Yann - Marv Pontkallek (Bretagne)
Marv Pontkallek (Bretagne)
Death of Pontkallek (Brittany)
Version
originale,
la
version
Tri
Yann
est
plus
courte
Original
version,
the
Tri
Yann
version
is
shorter
Ur
werzenn
nevez
zo
savet
A
new
song
has
been
composed
Traitour,
ah!
mallozh
dit
′ta!
(bis)
Traitor,
ah!
Curse
you!
(repeat)
War
markiz
Pontkalleg
eo
graet
It
is
made
on
the
marquis
of
Pontkalleg
Traitour,
ah!
Mallozh
dit,
mallozh
dit
Traitor,
ah!
Curse
you,
curse
you
Traitour,
ah!
mallozh
dit
'ta
Traitor,
ah!
Curse
you!
War
markiz
yaouank
Pontkalleg,
Traitour...
On
the
young
marquis
of
Pontkalleg,
Traitor...
Ker
koant,
ken
drant,
ker
kalonek!
So
handsome,
so
gallant,
so
brave!
Traitour,
ah!
Mallozh
dit...
Traitor,
ah!
Curse
you...
Mignon
a
oa
d′ar
Vretoned
He
was
a
friend
of
the
Bretons
Abalamour
anezho
oa
deuet
For
their
sake
he
had
come
Abalamour
anezho
oa
deuet
For
their
sake
he
had
come
Hag
etrezo
oa
bet
maget
And
among
them
he
had
been
raised
Mignon
a
oa
d'ar
Vretoned
He
was
a
friend
of
the
Bretons
D'ar
vourc′hizien
ne
lâran
ket
To
the
bourgeois
I
do
not
say
D′ar
vourc'hizien
ne
lâran
ket
To
the
bourgeois
I
do
not
say
A
zo
a-du
ar
C′hallaoued
Who
are
on
the
side
of
the
French
A
zo
atav
'klask
gwaskañ
re
Who
are
always
trying
to
oppress
those
N′o
deus
na
madoù
na
leve
Who
have
neither
goods
nor
income
Nemet
poan
o
divrec'h,
noz-deiz,
Except
the
pain
of
their
two
arms,
day
and
night,
Evit
magañ
o
mammou
dehe
To
feed
their
dear
mothers
Lakaet
en
devoa
en
e
benn
He
had
put
it
in
his
head
Disammañ
deomp-ni
hor
c′hordenn
To
untie
our
rope
for
us
Gwarizi-tag
d'ar
vourc'hizien
Great
anger
to
the
bourgeois
O
klask
an
tu
e′it
hen
dibenn
Looking
for
a
way
to
end
him
- Aotrou
Markiz,
aet
da
guzhet,
- Lord
Marquis,
go
and
hide,
An
tu
a
zo
gante
kavet!
The
way
has
been
found
by
them!
Pellik
zo
emañ
dianket;
He
has
been
missing
for
a
long
time;
Evit
e
glask,
n′e
gaver
ket
In
vain
we
search
for
him,
he
is
not
found
Ur
paour
eus
kêr,
o
klask
e
voued,
A
pauper
of
the
city,
looking
for
his
food,
Hennezh
en
deus
hen
diskuliet
He
has
denounced
him
Ur
c'houer
n′her
defe
ket
graet
A
peasant
would
not
have
done
it
Pa
vije
roet
de'hañ
pemp
kant
skoed
Even
if
he
were
given
five
hundred
crowns
Gouel
Maria
′n
Eost,
deiz
evit
deiz,
Feast
of
Mary
in
August,
day
for
day,
An
dragoned
oa
war
vale:
The
dragoons
were
on
the
march:
"Lâret-hu
din-me,
dragoned,
"Tell
me,
dragoons,
O
klask
ar
Markiz
emaoc'h
bet?
Have
you
been
looking
for
the
Marquis?
- O
klask
ar
Markiz
emaomp
bet
- We
have
been
looking
for
the
Marquis
Daoust
penaos
emañ-eñ
gwisket?
Do
you
know
how
he
is
dressed?
- Er
c′hiz
diwar-maez
'mañ
gwisket,
- In
the
country
fashion
he
is
dressed,
Glas
e
vorled
hag
eñ
bordet
Blue
his
jacket
and
embroidered
Glas
e
jak,
ha
gwenn
e
chupenn;
Blue
his
jacket,
and
white
his
shirt;
Bodroù
ler
ha
bragoù
lien
Leather
gaiters
and
linen
breeches
Un
togig
plouz
neudennet-ruz
A
little
hat
of
red
knitted
straw
War
e
skoaz,
ur
pennad
blev-du
On
his
shoulder,
a
lock
of
black
hair
Ur
gouriz-ler,
div
bistolenn,
A
leather
belt,
two
pistols,
Hag
hi
a
Vro-Spagn,
a-zaou
denn
And
she
from
Spain,
with
two
shots
Gantañ
dilhad
pilhoù-huan,
With
him
clothes
of
coarse
cloth,
Gant
unan
alaouret
dindan
With
a
gilded
one
underneath
"Mar
fell
deoc'h-hu
reiñ
din
tri
skoed
"If
you
want
to
give
me
three
crowns
Me
a
roy
deoc′h-hu
e
gavet
I
will
give
you
his
location
- Tri
gwenneg
zoken
na
roimp
ket,
- We
will
not
give
even
three
pennies,
Taolioù
sabren
ne
lâromp
ket
We
will
not
throw
saber
blows
Ne
roimp
ket
zoken
pemp
gwenneg
We
will
not
give
even
five
pennies
Ha
te
reiñ
deomp
kaout
Pontkalleg
And
you
will
give
us
Pontkalleg
- Dragoned
ker,
en
an′
Doue!
- Dear
dragoons,
in
God's
name!
Na
it
ket
d'ober
droug
din-me!
Do
not
harm
me!
Na
it
ket
d′ober
droug
din-me
Do
not
harm
me
Ho
heñchañ
raktal
e
rin-me
I
will
lead
you
to
him
right
away
'Mañ-eñ
du-se,
er
sal,
ouzh
taol,
He
is
over
there,
in
the
room,
at
the
table,
O
leinañ
gant
person
Lignol"
Having
lunch
with
the
priest
of
Lignol"
"Aotrou
Markiz,
tec′het,
tec'het!
"Lord
Marquis,
run,
run!
Me
wel
erru
an
dragoned
I
see
the
dragoons
arriving
Me
wel
an
dragoned
erru
I
see
the
dragoons
arriving
Sternoù
lugernus,
dilhad
ruz
Shiny
armor,
red
clothes
- Me
na
gredan
ket
em
c′halon
- I
do
not
believe
in
my
heart
E
krogfe
ennon
un
dragon
That
a
dragon
would
grab
me
Ne
gredan
ket
'vez
deut
ar
c'hiz
I
do
not
believe
that
the
time
has
come
Ma
krog
an
dragon
er
Markiz"
For
the
dragon
to
grab
the
Marquis"
Oa
ket
e
gomz
peurachuet
His
words
were
not
finished
Tre
′barzh
ar
sal
o
deus
lammet
They
jumped
into
the
room
Hag
eñ
da
beg
′n
e
bistolenn:
And
he
to
the
tip
of
his
pistol:
"Neb
a
dost
ouzhin
'n
defo
′n
tenn!"
"Whoever
comes
near
me
will
have
a
shot!"
Ar
person
kozh,
dal
m'her
gwelas,
The
old
priest,
as
soon
as
he
saw
it,
Dirak
ar
markiz
′n
em
strinkas:
Threw
himself
at
the
feet
of
the
marquis:
"En
anv
Doue,
ho
Salvez,
"In
the
name
of
God,
your
Savior,
Na
dennet
ket,
ma
Aotrou
ker!"
Do
not
shoot,
my
dear
Lord!"
Pa
glevas
anv
hor
Salver
When
he
heard
the
name
of
our
Savior
En
deus
gouzañvet
gant
douster
He
suffered
with
sweetness
Anv
hor
Salver
pa
glevas
When
he
heard
the
name
of
our
Savior
Daoust
d'e
spered
eñ
a
ouelas
Despite
his
spirit,
he
cried
Rez
e
galon
strakas
e
zent
The
strength
of
his
heart
tightened
his
teeth
Ken
a
droc′has,
sonn:
"Deomp
d'an
hent!"
So
much
that
he
shouted,
"Let's
go!"
A-dreuz
parrez
Lignol
pa
ae
As
he
passed
through
the
parish
of
Lignol
Ar
gouer
paour
a
lavare,
The
poor
peasant
said,
Lâret
a
rae
al
Lignoliz:
The
people
of
Lignol
said:
"Pec'hed
eo
eren
ar
markiz!"
"It
is
a
sin
to
arrest
the
marquis!"
Pa
ae
e-biou
parrez
Berne
When
he
passed
near
Berné
Digoue′t
ur
frapad
bugale:
A
group
of
children
arrived:
"Mad-deo′ch,
mad-deoc'h,
Aotrou
Markiz!
"Good
morning,
good
morning,
Lord
Marquis!
Ni
ya
d′ar
vourc'h,
d′ar
c'hatekiz
We
are
going
to
the
village,
to
catechism
- Kenavo,
bugaligoù
vat,
- Goodbye,
good
little
children,
N′ho
kwelo
mui
ma
daoulagad
You
will
never
see
my
eyes
again
- Da
belec'h
it
eta,
Aotrou;
- Where
are
you
going
then,
Lord;
Ha
dont
na
reot
souden
en-dro?
And
will
you
not
come
back
soon?
- Me
na
ouzon
ket,
Doue
'r
goar;
- I
do
not
know,
God
knows;
Bugale
baour,
me
zo
war
var"
Poor
children,
I
am
in
danger"
O
cherisañ
en
defe
graet
He
would
have
liked
to
caress
them
Panevet
e
zaouarn
ereet
But
his
hands
were
chained
Kriz
vije
′r
galon
na
ranne
The
heart
would
be
hard
not
to
break
Re
′n
dragoned
zoken
a
rae
Even
the
dragoons
did
Paotred-a-vrezel,
koulskoude,
Soldiers,
however,
O
deus
kalonoù
kriz
enne
They
have
hard
hearts
in
them
Ha
pa
oa
digoue't
e
Naoned
And
when
he
arrived
in
Nantes
E
oa
barnet
ha
kondaonet
He
was
judged
and
condemned
Kondaonet,
naren
d′an
tud-par,
Condemned,
not
by
his
peers,
Nemet
tud
koue'et
diouzh
lost
ar
c′harr
Only
people
fallen
from
the
back
of
the
carriage
Da
Bontkalleg
'deus
int
lâret:
To
Pontkalleg
they
said:
"Aotrou
Markiz,
petra
′peus
graet?
"Lord
Marquis,
what
have
you
done?
- Pezh
a
oa
dleet
din
da
ober
- What
I
had
to
do
Ha
graet-hu
ivez
ho
micher!"
And
you
too
do
your
job!"
D'ar
sul
kentañ
pask,
hevlene,
On
the
first
Sunday
of
Easter,
that
year,
Oa
kaset
kannad
da
Verne
A
messenger
was
sent
to
Verne
"Yec'hed
mat
deoc′h-holl,
er
gêr-mañ,
"Good
health
to
you
all,
in
this
house,
Pelec′h
'mañ
ar
person
dre-mañ?
Where
is
the
priest
around
here?
- ′Mañ
o
lâret
e
oferenn,
- He
is
saying
his
mass,
'Mañ
o
vonet
gant
ar
bregenn"
He
is
going
to
the
pulpit"
Pa
oa
o
vonet
d′ar
gador,
As
he
was
going
to
the
chair,
Oa
roet
de'hañ
ul
li′her
el
levr
He
was
given
a
letter
in
the
book
Ne
oa
ket
gouest
evit
e
lenn
He
was
not
able
to
read
it
Gant
an
daeloù
dimeus
e
benn:
With
the
tears
running
down
his
face:
"Petra
zo
c'hoarvet
a
nevez
"What
has
happened
anew
Pa
ouel
ar
person
er
c'hiz-se?
That
the
priest
cries
like
this?
- Gouelañ
a
ran,
ma
bugale,
- I
cry,
my
children,
War
pezh
a
refac′h-c′hwi
ivez
For
what
you
will
cry
for
too
Marv,
peorien,
neb
ho
mage,
Dead,
poor
people,
the
one
who
raised
you,
Neb
ho
kwiske,
neb
ho
harpe,
Who
clothed
you,
who
supported
you,
Marv
an
hini
ho
kare,
Dead
the
one
who
loved
you,
Berneviz,
koulz
eveldon-me
People
of
Berné,
as
I
love
you
Marv
neb
a
gare
e
vro
Dead
the
one
who
loved
his
country
Hag
her
reas
betek
ar
marv
And
who
loved
her
until
death
Marv
da
zaou
vloaz
warn-ugent
Dead
at
twenty-two
years
old
'Vel
ar
verzherien
hag
ar
sent
Like
the
martyrs
and
the
saints
Doue,
ho
pet
outañ
truez!
God,
have
pity
on
his
soul!
Marv
eo
′n
Aotrou!
Marv
eo
ma
mouezh!"
The
Lord
is
dead!
My
voice
is
dead!"
Un
chant
nouveau
a
été
composé,
il
a
été
fait
sur
le
marquis
de
Pontcalec;
A
new
song
has
been
composed,
it
was
made
on
the
marquis
of
Pontcalec;
- Toi
qui
l'as
trahi,
sois
maudit
sois
maudit!
Toi
qui
l′as
trahi,
sois
maudit!
-
- You
who
betrayed
him,
be
cursed,
be
cursed!
You
who
betrayed
him,
be
cursed!
-
Sur
le
jeune
marquis
de
Pontcalec,
si
beau,
si
gai,
si
plein
de
coeur!
On
the
young
marquis
of
Pontcalec,
so
handsome,
so
gallant,
so
brave!
- Toi
qui
l'as
trahi,
sois
maudit!
sois
maudit!
etc.
- You
who
betrayed
him,
be
cursed,
be
cursed!
etc.
Il
aimait
les
Bretons,
car
il
était
né
d′eux;
He
loved
the
Bretons,
for
he
was
born
of
them;
- Toi
qui
l'as
trahi,
sois
maudit!
soit
maudit!
etc.
- You
who
betrayed
him,
be
cursed,
be
cursed!
etc.
Car
il
était
né
d'eux,
et
avait
été
élevé
au
milieu
d′eux.
For
he
was
born
of
them,
and
had
been
raised
among
them.
Il
aimait
les
Bretons,
mais
non
pas
les
bourgeois;
He
loved
the
Bretons,
but
not
the
bourgeois;
Mais
non
pas
les
bourgeois
qui
sont
tous
du
parti
français;
But
not
the
bourgeois
who
are
all
on
the
French
side;
Qui
sont
toujours
cherchant
à
nuire
à
ceux
qui
n′ont
ni
bien
ni
rentes,
Who
are
always
seeking
to
harm
those
who
have
neither
wealth
nor
income,
A
ceux
qui
n'ont
que
la
peine
de
leurs
deux
bras,
jour
et
nuit,
pour
nourrir
leurs
mères.
Those
who
have
only
the
labor
of
their
two
arms,
day
and
night,
to
feed
their
mothers.
Il
avait
formé
le
projet
de
nous
décharger
de
notre
faix;
He
had
formed
the
project
to
relieve
us
of
our
burden;
Grand
sujet
de
dépit
pour
les
bourgeois
qui
cherchaient
l′occasion
de
le
faire
décapiter.
Great
cause
of
spite
for
the
bourgeois
who
sought
the
opportunity
to
have
him
beheaded.
- Seigneur
marquis,
cachez-vous
vite,
cette
occasion,
ils
l'ont
trouvée!
-
- Lord
Marquis,
hide
yourself
quickly,
this
opportunity,
they
have
found
it!
-
Voilà
longtemps
qu′il
est
perdu;
on
a
beau
le
chercher,
on
ne
le
trouve
pas.
He
has
been
missing
for
a
long
time;
we
search
for
him
in
vain,
he
is
not
found.
Un
gueux
de
la
ville,
qui
mendiait
son
pain,
est
celui
qui
l'a
dénoncé;
A
beggar
of
the
city,
who
was
begging
for
his
bread,
is
the
one
who
denounced
him;
Un
paysan
ne
l′eût
pas
trahi,
quand
on
lui
eût
offert
cinq
cents
écus.
A
peasant
would
not
have
betrayed
him,
even
if
he
had
been
offered
five
hundred
crowns.
C'était
la
fête
de
Notre-Dame
des
moissons,
jour
pour
jour;
les
dragons
étaient
en
campagne:
It
was
the
feast
of
Our
Lady
of
the
Harvest,
day
for
day;
the
dragoons
were
on
campaign:
- Dites-moi,
dragons,
n'êtes-vous
pas
en
quête
du
marquis?
- Tell
me,
dragoons,
are
you
not
in
search
of
the
marquis?
- Nous
sommes
en
quête
du
marquis;
sais-tu
comment
il
est
vêtu?
- We
are
in
search
of
the
marquis;
do
you
know
how
he
is
dressed?
- Il
est
vêtu
à
la
mode
de
la
campagne:
surtout
bleu
orné
de
broderies;
- He
is
dressed
in
the
country
fashion:
a
blue
coat
adorned
with
embroidery;
Soubreveste
bleue
et
pourpoint
blanc;
guêtres
de
cuir
et
braies
de
toile;
A
blue
doublet
and
a
white
waistcoat;
leather
gaiters
and
linen
breeches;
Petit
chapeau
de
paille
tissu
de
fils
rouges;
sur
ses
épaules,
de
longs
cheveux
noirs;
A
small
hat
of
straw
woven
with
red
threads;
on
his
shoulders,
long
black
hair;
Ceinture
de
cuir
avec
deux
pistolets
espagnols
à
deux
coups.
A
leather
belt
with
two
Spanish
pistols,
each
with
two
shots.
Ses
habits
sont
de
grosse
étoffe,
mais
dessous
il
en
a
de
dorés.
His
clothes
are
of
coarse
cloth,
but
underneath
he
has
golden
ones.
Si
vous
voulez
me
donner
trois
écus,
je
vous
le
ferai
trouver.
If
you
are
willing
to
give
me
three
crowns,
I
will
lead
you
to
him.
- Nous
ne
te
donnerons
pas
même
trois
sous;
des
coups
de
sabre,
c′est
différent;
- We
will
not
give
you
even
three
pennies;
blows
of
the
saber,
that's
another
matter;
Nous
ne
te
donnerons
pas
même
trois
sous,
et
tu
nous
feras
trouver
Pontcalec.
We
will
not
give
you
even
three
pennies,
and
you
will
lead
us
to
Pontcalec.
- Chers
dragons,
au
nom
de
Dieu,
ne
me
faites
point
de
mal:
- Dear
dragoons,
in
God's
name,
do
not
harm
me:
Ne
me
faites
point
de
mal,
je
vais
vous
mettre
tout
de
suite
sur
ses
traces:
Do
not
harm
me,
I
will
put
you
on
his
trail
immediately:
Il
est
là-bas,
dans
la
salle
du
presbytère,
à
table,
avec
le
recteur
de
Lignol.
He
is
over
there,
in
the
room
of
the
presbytery,
at
the
table,
having
lunch
with
the
rector
of
Lignol.
Seigneur
marquis,
fuyez!
fuvez!
voici
les
dragons
qui
arrivent!
Lord
Marquis,
flee!
flee!
Here
come
the
dragoons!
Voici
les
dragons
qui
arrivent:
armures
brillantes,
habits
rouges.
Here
come
the
dragoons:
shining
armor,
red
clothes.
- Je
ne
puis
croire
qu′un
dragon
ose
porter
la
main
sur
moi;
- I
cannot
believe
that
a
dragon
would
dare
to
lay
a
hand
on
me;
Je
ne
puis
croire
que
l'usage
soit
venu
que
les
dragons
portent
la
main
sur
les
marquis!
-
I
cannot
believe
that
the
time
has
come
for
dragons
to
lay
hands
on
marquises!
-
Il
n′avait
pas
fini
de
parler
qu'ils
avaient
envahi
la
salle.
He
had
not
finished
speaking
when
they
had
invaded
the
room.
Et
lui
de
saisir
ses
pistolets:
And
he
seized
his
pistols:
- Si
quelqu′un
s'approche,
je
tire!
-
- If
anyone
comes
near
me,
I
will
fire!
-
Voyant
cela,
le
vieux
recteur
se
jeta
aux
genoux
du
marquis:
Seeing
this,
the
old
rector
threw
himself
at
the
feet
of
the
marquis:
- Au
nom
de
Dieu,
votre
Sauveur,
ne
tirez
pas,
mon
cher
seigneur!
- In
the
name
of
God,
your
Savior,
do
not
shoot,
my
dear
Lord!
A
ce
nom
de
notre
Sauveur,
qui
a
souffert
patiemment;
At
this
name
of
our
Savior,
who
suffered
patiently;
A
ce
nom
de
notre
Sauveur,
ses
larmes
coulèrent
malgré
lui;
At
this
name
of
our
Savior,
his
tears
flowed
despite
himself;
Contre
sa
poitrine
ses
dents
claquèrent;
mais,
se
redressant,
il
s′écria:
" Partons!
"
Against
his
chest
his
teeth
chattered;
but,
straightening
up,
he
cried:
"Let
us
go!"
Comme
il
traversait
la
paroisse
de
Lignol,
les
pauvres
paysans
disaient,
As
he
was
passing
through
the
parish
of
Lignol,
the
poor
peasants
said,
Ils
disaient,
les
habitants
de
Lignol:
- C'est
grand
péché
de
garrotter
le
marquis!
-
They
said,
the
inhabitants
of
Lignol:
- It
is
a
great
sin
to
bind
the
marquis!
-
Comme
il
passait
près
de
Berné,
arriva
une
bande
d'enfants:
As
he
was
passing
near
Berné,
a
group
of
children
arrived:
- Bonjour,
bonjour,
monsieur
le
marquis:
nous
allons
au
bourg,
au
catéchisme.
- Good
morning,
good
morning,
Lord
Marquis!
We
are
going
to
the
village
for
catechism.
- Adieu,
mes
bons
petits
enfants,
je
ne
vous
verrai
plus
jamais!
- Farewell,
my
good
little
children,
I
will
never
see
you
again!
- Et
où
allez-vous
donc,
seigneur?
est-ce
que
vous
ne
reviendrez
pas
bientôt?
- Je
n′en
sais
rien,
Dieu
seul
le
sait:
pauvres
petits,
je
suis
en
danger.
-
- And
where
are
you
going
then,
Lord?
Will
you
not
return
soon?
- I
do
not
know,
God
only
knows:
poor
little
ones,
I
am
in
danger.
-
Il
eût
voulu
les
caresser,
mais
ses
mains
étaient
enchaînées.
He
would
have
liked
to
caress
them,
but
his
hands
were
chained.
Dur
eût
été
le
coeur
qui
ne
se
fût
pas
ému;
les
dragons
eux-mêmes
pleuraient;
Hard
would
be
the
heart
that
was
not
moved;
even
the
dragoons
were
weeping;
Et
cependant
les
gens
de
guerre
ont
des
coeurs
durs
dans
leurs
poitrines.
And
yet
men
of
war
have
hard
hearts
within
their
chests.
Quand
il
arriva
à
Nantes,
il
fut
jugé
et
condamné,
When
he
arrived
in
Nantes,
he
was
judged
and
condemned,
Condamné,
non
pas
par
ses
pairs,
mais
par
des
gens
tombés
de
derrière
les
carrosses.
Condemned,
not
by
his
peers,
but
by
people
who
had
fallen
from
the
back
of
carriages.
Ils
demandèrent
à
Pontcalec:
- Seigneur
marquis,
qu′avez-vous
fait?
They
asked
Pontcalec:
- Lord
Marquis,
what
have
you
done?
- J'ai
fait
mon
devoir;
faites
votre
métier!
-
- I
have
done
my
duty;
do
your
job!
-
Le
premier
dimanche
de
Pâques,
de
cette
année,
un
message
est
arrivé
à
Berné.
- Bonne
santé
à
vous
tous,
en
ce
bourg;
où
est
le
recteur
par
ici?
On
the
first
Sunday
of
Easter,
that
year,
a
message
arrived
in
Berné.
- Good
health
to
all
of
you,
in
this
town;
where
is
the
rector
around
here?
- Il
est
à
dire
la
grand′messe,
voilà
qu'il
va
commencer
le
prône
-
- He
is
saying
high
mass,
he
is
about
to
begin
the
sermon
-
Comme
il
montait
en
chaire,
on
lui
remit
une
lettre
dans
son
livre:
As
he
was
going
up
to
the
pulpit,
a
letter
was
handed
to
him
in
his
book:
Il
ne
pouvait
la
lire,
tant
ses
yeux
se
remplissaient
de
larmes.
He
could
not
read
it,
so
much
did
his
eyes
fill
with
tears.
- Qu′est-il
arrivé
de
nouveau,
que
le
recteur
pleure
ainsi?
- What
has
happened
anew,
that
the
rector
is
weeping
like
this?
- Je
pleure,
mes
enfants,
pour
une
chose
qui
vous
fera
pleurer
vous-mêmes:
- I
weep,
my
children,
for
something
that
will
make
you
weep
yourselves:
Il
est
mort,
chers
pauvres,
celui
qui
vous
nourrissait,
qui
vous
vêtissait,
qui
vous
soutenait;
He
is
dead,
my
poor
people,
the
one
who
fed
you,
who
clothed
you,
who
supported
you;
Il
est
mort
celui
qui
vous
aimait,
habitants
de
Berné,
comme
je
vous
aime;
He
is
dead,
the
one
who
loved
you,
inhabitants
of
Berné,
as
I
love
you;
Il
est
mort
celui
qui
aimait
son
pavs,
et
qui
l'a
aimé
jusqu′à
mourir
pour
lui;
He
is
dead,
the
one
who
loved
his
country,
and
who
loved
her
until
death;
Il
est
mort
à
vingt-deux
ans,
comme
meurent
les
martyrs
et
les
saints.
He
died
at
twenty-two
years
old,
as
martyrs
and
saints
die.
Mon
Dieu,
avez
pitié
de
son
âme!
le
seineur
est
mort!
ma
voix
meurt!
My
God,
have
pity
on
his
soul!
The
Lord
is
dead!
My
voice
is
dead!"
- Toi
qui
l'as
trahi,
sois
maudit!
sois
maudit!
Toi
qui
l'as
trahi,
sois
maudit!
- You
who
betrayed
him,
be
cursed,
be
cursed!
You
who
betrayed
him,
be
cursed!
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