Karantez vro [English translation]

In my heart there lays a wound,

Since my youth the scars were there

Because, alas, the one I loved

did not love what I loved.

He liked only the city,

Not the vast sea and the farway;

I liked only the countryside,

the beauty of the country of Brittany.

I had to choose between two great loves,

The love of homeland, and the love of a man;

To my country I offered my life,

And there my beloved could never follow

Since, I never saw him again,

I never knew what happened to him -

In my heart the wound still bleeds,

Because what I loved he did not love.

Each one of us must live by Fate

Thus, it is in this world.

Bruised, indeed, was my heart,

For what I loved he did not love

To him, honors and wealth

To me, a despised and humble life.

But I would not exchange it for any treasure,

My country, my language and my freedom.