Rentrer en Bretagne [English translation]

Crunching your granite like crunching sugar, sugar rocks

Admiring with wide open eyes the blue-green colors vibrating in the air

Seeing through the train window the first megalithic chimneys

Through the half-open window, going back to Britanny

Inhale to my very depths the iodine smell, the wet cowpat

And feeling my eyes getting blurred, coming back to Britanny

Watching my young age' trees and villages passing by

Beloved horizons, memories recovered on the way

It's here that I have chased girls' red and fugitive hair

In my dreams, through the drizzle, around the peninsula

And God it's so good to go back to this place where my memory lives

Seeing the village names again, coming back to Britanny

I have known many lands on our Earth, on Earth

I have learned love the universe, to hate borders

Is that a reason to feel so ashamed if the emotion swells in my heart

When I stamp my feet on this familiar ground, on the land of Armorica ?

As for the night-blue-eyed girl, if you see her somewhere,

Go tell her that I've come back to Britanny

• Artist:Nolwenn Leroy
• Album:Bretonne