Listen to me, oh listen to what I'm singing to you, singing from far
away.
Listen to me, oh listen to what I'm singing to you, singing from far
away.
So I use the mass media, so that I can have my say,
Tell you about my homeland, yes, do it while I may,
Tell you about my homeland, yes, do it while I may.
We
have our rights but no one, not even Unesco, not even U.N.O.,
We have our rights but no one, not even Unesco, not even U.N.O.,
Knows our children may not be taught in our own language.
Listen, oh can you say another land like mine you know?
Listen, oh can you say another land like mine you know?
Our children must be kept ignorant of history and cut off from their
roots,
Our children must be kept ignorant of history and cut off from their
roots.
Or else, we are told, the mighty State would fall.
Oh what a pleasure for Bretons to live 'neath the Frenchman's foot
!
Oh what a pleasure for Bretons to live 'neath the Frenchman's foot
!
You may think these words of mine are nothing like a poem
But green outside the prison walls, spring is waiting for them.