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(Pozioù ha sonerezh :
Bernez Tangi)Pelec’h eo bet kuzhet ma ibilien, ma ibilien
Pelec’h eo bet kuzhet ma ibilien koadBet int bet tapet gant ar gazeg, gant ar gazeg
Bet int bet tapet gant ar gazeg koad
‘Mañ chom barzh ur we’enn, barzh ur we’een, barzh ur we’enn
‘Mañ chom barzh ur we’enn, barzh ur we’enn goad
‘Vit adkavout ne’ ma ibilien, ma ibilien
‘Vit adkavout ne’ ma iblilien koad
Dav eo din lakaat ma bouteier, ma bouteier
Dav eo din lakaat ma bouteir koad
Pa oan erruet ‘ti ar gazeg, ti ar gazeg
Pa oan erruet ‘ti ar gazeg koad
Hi ‘ oa astennet en he lochenn, en he lochenn
Hi ‘ oa astennet en he lochenn koad
Laret he deus din ar gazeg vihan, ar gazeg vihan
Laret he deus din ar gazeg vihan koad
«Me ‘zo bet paket ha me a goll, ha me a goll
Me ‘zo bet paket ha me a goll ma gwad
Setu ‘m eus tapet da ibilien, da ibilien
Setu ‘m eus tapet da ibilien koad
Evit stouv’ toulloù ma gwazhioù, ma gwazhioù
Evit stouv’ toulloù ma gwazhioù koad
O setu istor ma ibilien, ma ibilien
O setu istor ma ibilien koad
‘M eus kinniget d’ar paour kaezh kazeg, paour kaezh kazeg
‘M eus kinniget d’ar paour kaezh kazeg koad.
Où ont été cachées mes chevilles, mes chevilles
Où ont été cachées mes chevilles de bois
C’est le pivert qui les a prises
C’est le pivertIl habite dans un arbre, dans un arbre
Il habite dans un arbre de bois
Pour retrouver mes chevilles, mes chevilles
Pour retrouver mes chevilles de bois
Il me faut mettre mes sabots, mes sabots
Il me faut mettre mes sabots de bois
Quand j’arrivai chez le pivert
Quand j’arrivai chez le pivert
Je le trouvai allongé dans sa hutte, dans sa hutte
Je le trouvai allongé dans sa hutte de bois
Voici ce que me dit le pivert
Voici ce que me dit le pivert
On m’a tiré dessus et je perds mon sang
On m’a tiré dessus et je perds mon sang
C’est pourquoi j’ai pris tes chevilles, tes chevilles
C’est pourquoi j’ai pris tes chevilles de bois
Pour boucher les trous de mes veines
Pour boucher les trous de mes veines
Voici donc l’histoire de mes chevilles, mes chevilles
Voici donc l’histoire de mes chevilles de bois
Que j’ai offertes au pauvre pivert
Que j’ai offertes au pauvre pivert.
Where are they hidden, my dowels , my dowels
Where are they hidden, my wooden dowels
It was the woodpecker who took them
it was the woodpeckerHe lives in a tree, in a tree
He lives in a wooden tree
To get back my dowels, my dowels
To get back my wooden dowels
I’ll have to put on my clogs, my clogs
I’ll have to put on my wooden clogs
When I got to the woodpecker’s home
When I got to the woodpecker’s home
I found him lying down in his hut, in his hut
I found him lying down in his wooden hut
This is what the woodpecker said to me
This is what the woodpecker said to me
I was shot and losing my blood
I was shot and losing my blood
That’s why I took your dowels, your dowels
That’s why I took your wooden dowels
To stop up the holes in my veins
To stop up the holes in my veins
So then, that’s the story of my dowels, my dowels
So then, that’s the story of my wooden dowels
That I gave to the poor woodpecker
That I gave to the poor woodpecker