Broceliande [English translation]

Fountain of the Celts, paradise of mead

Deep in a forest a hundred times enchanted

You drowned yourself to see the beauty

Who gave you eternal summer

Chorus:

Where are you, Broceliande?

Vivien, Merlin

Where are you Broceliande?

Far off, mysterious dreams

She takes you to the limits of worlds

To fertile beaches by the waterside

Where the rivers of your dreams in your eyes

Rejuvenated the too-ancient sea

Chorus

And beneath the sea, flowing seaweed

The world enshrouded, my memories fade

I travelled our hills and our moors

But I could not find Broceliande

Chorus