Gilles Servat - Yawankiz Ma Bro (English translation)

English translation

Youth of My Country

[in French:]
The sky has the nasty colour
Of dictator shit
Oil leaks and tarmac squares
On the parking lot of paradise
The wheels of old rusty caddies
Grate under the weight of credit
On the horizon a wandering brightness
Like the hope of the world
 
The metronome of the FM radio
Rocks from the requiems
The words flow from the radio
Like a juice of incomprehension
Four more bangs from a hammer’s strike
To demolish any emotion
On the horizon an irradiated brightness
Like a beautiful melody
 
[in Breton:]
O youth of my country
The seed is within you
O youth of my country
That’ll sweep away the shit on this world
O youth of my country
The future is to the dreamers
O youth of my country
It’ll paint with colours the face of this dreary world
 
[in French:]
We mistake the dead for the living
We only kiss the wind
The voice that comes from the tape player
The staging on the TV
And the ink that makes up the photos
Are more like reality
On the horizon a throbbing brightness
Like stirring music
 
To the shadow of wounded birds
Pass rushed lovers
On the walls asses and breasts
Maintain the lies of the merchants
And the image of politicians
Are sold with the same slogans
On the horizon a broken-hearted brightness
Like a river of pure water
 
[in Breton:]
O youth of my country
The seed is within you
O youth of my country
That’ll sweep away the shit on this world
O youth of my country
The future is to the dreamers
O youth of my country
It’ll paint with colours the face of this dreary world
 
[in French:]
On the ruins and on the debris
Of betrayed ideals
On the pieces of barbed wire
On the broken concrete of walls
White, yellow, red, black, or zebra,
The child dreams up the future
On the horizon a wandering brightness
Like the hope of the world
 
[in Breton:]
O youth of my country
The seed is within you
O youth of my country
That’ll sweep away the shit on this world
O youth of my country
The future is to the dreamers
O youth of my country
It’ll paint with colours the face of this dreary world
 
O youth of my country
The seed is within you
O youth of my country
That’ll sweep away the shit on this world
O youth of my country
The future is to the dreamers
O youth of my country
It’ll paint with colours the face of this dreary world
 
Submitted by tdwarms on Tue, 07/11/2017 - 10:18
French

Yawankiz Ma Bro

See also
Comments