Kan Ar Kern کے بول

Oh so many battles Have unfolded before us In the sun, in the mist, In the moors standing We live through times and times And witness all of all kind From the mountains or the sea History is engraved in our skin Gods have risen from our ranks And blood has sanctified us Stones A ship landing, and a battle to come, We'll be blessed by sounds of rage Time slow down, History come With hammer, burin and poetry, None to discuss, but rise their swords Those from the Land, those from the Sea "Allez camarades, tirez sur les rames! Nous allons brûler leurs terres Et violer leurs femmes, Allez mes frêres, tirez sur les rames! Détruire leurs sanctuaires Et prendre leurs âmes"