Qu'elle est belle ma Bretagne quand elle pleut [English translation]

Grandmother would wash our shirts

At the wash-house by the shed

The cat would arch its back on the hearth beside the fire

My Britanny is so beautiful when it rains

Papa would tell us legends

About treasures hidden under the moor

Mama would hide a few coinds under very old sheets

My Britanny is so beautiful when it rains

And the little girl from school

I believe she had measles

I never dared to tell her I was in love

My Britanny is so beautiful when it rains

And I was dreaming about the Garonne*

Male and female woodcutters

Our own splint ended up into the dire

My Britanny is so beautiful when it rains

All the sailors who remember

The rowboats which never come back

Still have a yearning to go back to the sea in their eyes

My Britanny is so beautiful when it rains

When I see all these faces again

I even forget about my age

Looking at all those pictures, we feel so old

My Britanny is so beautiful when it rains

My Britanny is so beautiful when it rains