Every country is beautiful
But Breizh is above my heart
My country is more beautiful, in the middle and around
My country is beautiful
It doesn't matter whether where I live
More beautiful for me, far or away
Sugar of the grain, sun of the balance
Fruit juice of the brug
Sun of the breast of the run hidden in the middle of the woods
When I was a little boy I was not given the chance to stay
On the land of my parents who died a long time ago
Every day , every night, in Breizh was always my thoughts
Maybe my love for the country was crazy
The sunlight through the rain on the sea is rare
Covered above all with blue
St-Brieuc, Quimper, Nantes and Rennes
St-Pol, Vannes, Dol, St-Malo
Langonned, Trà ©guier and Rostren in
Lanvollon and Landeleau
Everywhere, all in blue-green
Black and white, slate and lime
Towards the îles and cities of glass
Lands and lakes and waterfronts
Every time I arrive in Brittany my heart trembles
It's very hard, I tremble, I cry
Everything else magical and so beautiful thought of a paradise
'Like a mother's voice through my sweet tears
Beauty is everywhere but in my heart
Is it bad for you ©férer?
Your beauty obsesses me near or far from you
Sugar from the granite, sun from the morning, juice from bruyère
Drink your hills at the bottom of the hidden woods
As a child, I was not lucky
To live on the land of my grandparents
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Nights and days Brittany lived
My thoughts my love of the country
was perhaps, senseless ©
Daylight à across
The rain on the sea, there is nothing better
And everything drowned in the blue-green
As soon as I arrived in Brittany
I was shaking with emotion and crying
Everything seemed magical
Like an idea and of paradise
Like the velvet of my mother's cheeks through tears of simple joy