In the folds of her dress,
Where shines the colour of the night,
I drown my sorrows
I mourn you...
From the top of the cliff,
Under the cover of darkness1,
I wash away my fault
Do you hear me?
From Low Brittany to the Irish Sea,
My name is Ahès,
And I'm waiting for you...
I cry during the day, I sing into the night,
And I wait for you, and I wait for you...
I am flooded by coldness2,
The legacy of perdition,
Of my sly life
I'm getting closer to you...
I am tormented by regret3,
The lament of my subjects,
Damned in the city of Ys
I am so close to you...
From Low Brittany to the Irish Sea,
My name is Ahès,
And I'm waiting for you...
I cry during the day, I sing into the night,
And I wait for you, and I wait for you...
White wings,
A murmur rumbles on the shore
An unrelenting soul,
I'm coming towards you
On the doorstep,
Cold and moist arms
In the warmth of a home/fireplace,
His/her heart opens...
1. Lit.: 'secret or darkness'.2. Lit.: 'coldness floods me'.3. Lit.: 'regret torments me'.