War waez ar stourn e kerlouanZo un dervenn a us d'al lannWar un dervenn pa bar al loarBemniz en em zastum evned mor
Evned mor du o flunv ha gwennGant ul lommig goad war ho fennGanto ur vranez gozh du louetGanti ur vran yaouank ha gevret
A skuizh o daou a gleb o eskellO tonet eus tramor d'eus pellHag an evned a gan ur c'hanKen kaer ma tav ar mor ledan
Hag an evned a gan ur c'hanKen kaer ma tav ar mor ledanAr mor ledan
On the stream of the Battle at KerlouanThere is an oak tree at the top of the moorUpon an oak tree the moon restsEach night to draw to itself seabirds
Seabirds, black and white of featherWith a drop of blood on their headsWith them a black she-crow, greyed and oldTogether with a young crow in concert
Tired they are and wet their wingsThey came from far across the seaAnd the birds sing a songMore beautiful is my silence than the wide sea
And the birds sing a songMore beautiful is my silence than the wide seaThe wide sea