My heart is broken by the force of my anguish
My swollen eyes have no more tears
Alas, the day has come that I must leave
The beautiful place of my childhood, my country
Beautiful Lower Brittany
Goodbye, my house of broom, hidden in the valley
Green terrain over which, as a child, I played
Leafy yews of my village in the shade of which, in the morning
In the heat of the summer, I slept until noon