An Dud Deuet
Brezhoneg
Sonj ‘m eus war ar porzh pa oan bihan
‘C’hoariemp gourfenn Kib ar bed ‘pad an ehan
Piv eo hem’ ? An dremm-se anve’an
Heñvel ouzh un den bleiz pa vez an
Heol o kuzhat, al loar gann o tifoupat
Me oar kanañ met a-wechoù n’eo ket anat
Amzer en em dommañ eman an holl o lammat
Amañ ‘vit evañ ul lomm hag ivez tapout ar sammad
Sellet a ran tro din ur pezh mell redadeg kezeg
Pep tra zo o tarzhañ ‘giz gwagennoù war ar c’herreg
Gwelloc’h din chom en ma c’horn da skrabisaat ur c’hwezek
War ‘Riders on the Storm’ gant piano Ray Manzarek
Un darvoudig ha setu an holl pennfollet
Mousc’hoarzhiñ ‘ran, o soñjal en dud am eus kollet
Meur a wech on bet touellet, meur a wech ‘m oa ket gwelet
Ar werzenn mañ ‘vit ar vugale a ouele e-barzh o gwele
Soñj ‘m eus war ar porzh
Sellet ar re all o c’hoari
Pinijennet ‘b’ar c’horn goude bezañ graet ur c’honeri
Difennet din adpakout ma vell,
Spered tort, penaos ‘troe an traoù em fenn ?
Graet em eus ma jeu
Dalc’het em eus ar spi
Pal, un-mann ‘vit ar skol
Ha me e ti ar psi
Sellet a ran tro dro din
Ne welan nemet ilinoù
Ankeniet on, berr tre eo ma ivinoù
Goaperezh a vez met tremen a ran e-bioù
Bransigellaat ‘ran er c’hlas ,
E giz bale war vioù
Paotr jentil, farsus ‘vit ma amezeien
Torr-penn ha flaper, lâre ar gelennerien
Ur bern traoù am boa da lâret
Met gant ar vank a fiziañs
Pep tra zo bet dalc’het
Meur a wech ‘m oa ket gwelet
War meur a hent on ‘n em gollet
Ar werzenn-mañ evit an dud deuet padal ne oant ket bet pedet
English – Grown-ups
I remember the playground yard when I was young
We were playing World Cup finals during breaks
Who is that? I recognize that face
He looks like a wolf-man when
The sun sets, and the full moon begins to rise
I can sing, but sometimes it’s not that simple
When it’s time to warm up, everyone starts to jump
We’re here to drink a shot and earn a keep of course
I look around, it’s a huge horse race
Everything is gonna crash like waves on the rocks
Better for me to stay in my corner, writing sixteen bars
On Riders on the Storm, with Ray Manzarek’s keyboards
A small event, and suddenly everyone goes insane
I smile, thinking of the ones I lost
I’ve been deceived more than once, I didn’t see it coming more than once
This verse is for the kids crying silently in their beds,
I remember the playground
Watching the others play
Punished in the corner after having done something stupid
Forbidden to get my ball back,
Twisted mind, how were things going in my head?
I made my own may
I held on
Goal, One-nil for the school
And me, at the psychologist.
I look around me
I only see elbows
I’m anxious, my nails are very short
There’s mockery, but I pass through it lightly
Swinging on my chair
Like walking on eggshells
Nice, funny kid, that’s what the neighbours would say
Headache, loudmouth according to the teachers
I had so many things to say
But without confidence,
Everything stayed unheard
So many times, I didn’t see
So many roads, where I got lost
This ballad is for those kids who were not invited to become adults.
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