Testo: Alan Stivell. Da Ewan.

Sawet em eus ur ganenn da salud Ewan ma mab
'Wid lar'dezhan laouen omp degemer 'nezhan war ar blanedenn Douar
Deit mat oc'h ba'mesk ar Gelted hag ar poblou all iwez
En o hanw chans vad deoc'h a-hed ho puhez

'C'harantez'm eus 'wid 'plac'h han eus 'n he vlew skedou maen-teuz
Ha' daoulagad glas a donvor surwalc'h ho tifenno doh ar reuz
Met'gallimp ket ho tiwall d'en emganno 'wid un aer c'hlan
A''wid bewo hem malis an dud a vo 'a bord hoc'h hent splann

Nehet e barzh sklaerderiou a liw c'huzh-heol newamser
A reio deoc'h o dommder keit ha doute po efer
Ganet oc'h dindan 'sell loued ur feunteun gwareezet
Lec'h gallec'h torr ho sec'hed 'wid hunvre 'n eurusted

'C'harantez 'm eus 'wid 'plac'h han eus 'n he vlew skedou maen-teuz
Ha daoulagad glas a donvor surwalc'h ho tifenno doh ar reuz
Met hem trubuilh 'laran ket 'wiec'h 'wid kaojal ho hyezh
Ka 'ma ket sur 'vewec'h ba'vro a frankiz en diwezh

Sawet em eus ur ganenn da salud Ewan ma mab
'Wid lar'dezhan laouen omp degemer nezhan war ar blanedenn Douar
Deit mad oc'h ba'mesk ar Gelted hag ar poblou all iwez
En ho hanw chans vad deoc'h a-hed ho puhez

'C'harantez 'm eus 'wid 'plac'h han eus 'n he vlew skedou maen-teuz
Ha daoulagad glas a donvor surwalc'h ho tifenno doh ar reuz
A' ma gouezve hor bed-ni en distuj 'benn ar fin
Hon tri en em gawimp, me'gred, war ur blanedenn-vih'n




This song I sing is made in honour of my baby son,
We're happy, Ewan, that to Planet Earth at last you've come.
You're welcome here among the Celts and into every land
And may good fortune follow you as you become a man.

The love I bear for the girl whose hair is like volcano flame
And sea blue eyes, will keep you safe and free from any harm.
No power on earth can hold you down or keep you from the air
Or let the small and petty minds divert you from your way.
I see your small face bathed in radiance from the setting sun,
Its warmth will keep away the chill long after spring has gone.
The fountain sign where you were born and under which you're nursed
Is gushing forth its dreams of joy and you shall never thirst.

The love I bear for the girl whose hair is like volcano flame
And sea blue eyes, will keep you safe and free from any harm.
An easy life that's free from strife is more than I can give
For you must fight to win the right to speak as you would live.

This song I sing is made in honour of my baby son,
We're happy, Ewan, that to Planet Earth at last you've come.
You're welcome here among the Celts and into every land
And may good fortune fol low you as you become a man.

The love I bear for the girl whose hair is like volcano flame
And sea blue eyes, will keep you safe and free from any harm.
And if the worst should come to pass and this round world should end,
I know another Earth we' I find and start the song again.