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Original lyrics
Crimes
Never
Will the clouds fade away
O'er the sky of your life
Jamais une nuit sans fantôme
Lit by the bloody knife
Sans le rouge au couteau
Never
Will the ghosts give way
Over your home, I swear
In this world or elsewhere!
Jamais que leur regard
Pitié tueurs, ou malheur,
Dans ce monde ou ailleurs,
Vous n'aurez ni repos ni bonheur,
De la honte connaitrez l'horreur!
Ennon e donder ma c'halon bout 'zo 'n dra 'gana 'n ton
'Vidon e donder ma c'halon bout 'zo un dra 'gana 'n ton
'vidomp e donder hor c'halon,
E vougomp bewezh ma o tont
Ar vezh 'arnomp da vout hanvet den,
Hanvet den
Pa vez 'n den alies gwasoc'h evit al loen
Ni Dieu,
Ni homme n'en donne le droit
Ni vous en rendra grâce
D'être pire que bestial
Mac'homerien tud sklav
Pitié,
Vendeur d'armes, voleur d'âmes,
Tueur au nom des lois,
Marc'hadourien armoù
Ou prétendu idéal!
Pe laeron eneoù
Let heaven curse you all
Hangmen and criminals
Killing by law or by so-called ideal
Your shame will be etemal!
Ennon e donder ma c'halon bout 'zo 'n dra 'gana 'n ton
'Vidon e donder ma c'halon bout 'zo un dra 'gana 'n ton
En moi au fond du coeur
Chante une triste mélodie
Pour nous au fond du coeur
Nous l'étouffons toutes les fois qu'elle revient
La honte de s'appeler humains
Quand l'homme est pire que la bête
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VelsketTranslation
Crimes
Never
Will the clouds fade away
O’er the sky of your life
Never
Will the ghosts give way
Over your home, I swear
In this world or elsewhere!
Never their look1
Pity killers, or misfortune,
In this world or elsewhere,
You will have neither rest nor happiness,
From the shame you’ll know the horror!
There, in the depths of my heart, sings a melody2
For me, in the depths of my heart, sings a melody
For us, in the depths of our heart,
We stifle it every time it comes back
Shame on us for being called human,
Called human,
When so often we are worse than beasts
Neither God,1
Nor man gives the right
Nor will you give thanks
For being worse than a beast
Oppressors of enslaved people2
Pity,
Arms dealers, soul stealers
Killer in the name of laws,
Arms dealers2
Or so-called ideals!
Stealers of souls2
Let heaven curse you all
Hangmen and criminals
Killing by law or by so-called ideal
You shame will be eternal!
There, in the depths of my heart, sings a melody2
For me, in the depths of my heart, sings a melody
Inside of me, at the bottom of my heart1
Sings a sad melody
For us, at the bottom of the heart
We stifle it each time it comes back
The shame of being called humans
When man is worse than beast
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Alan Stivell: Top 3
| 1. | Son Ar Chistr |
| 2. | Ar chas doñv 'yelo da ouez |
| 3. | Marv Ma Mestrez |
Idioms from "Crimes"
| 1. | du fond du coeur |
Comments
About translator
This song is in three languages: Breton, English, and French. Although the title is in English, the majority of lines are in French, and so I have labelled the original as a French song.
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Note that the final stanza is not sung in the video.