Ar chas doñv 'yelo da ouez [English translation]

Crushed under the yoke of the noble people

Full of contempt and pride

We have lived timidly and humbly

For centuries in shame.

Across our forests and our moors

The wind of Death carries its miseries

Blowing from the East

Their lot will be regret.

And then the burst of the long-awaited day

And the people awaken so completely

From Monts d’Arrée to Nantes

The tame dogs will become wild.

And then the burst of the long-awaited day

And the people awaken so completely

From Monts d’Arrée to Nantes

The tame dogs will become wild.