Ar Gelted Kozh (Les Anciens Celtes)

Alan Stivell

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    Tril mil bloaz zo sur'walc'h, n'oa ket ur baradoz 'wid 'r Gelted kozh
    Met tud aman oa 'heseo Demokrasiezh, araog an dud 'barzh Bro-Gres
    'Wel barzh 'r'vro sen 'oa kentoc'h ur c'hlas o c'hoari 'n dra-se
    Met tri mil bloaz 'zo dija, n'oa roue 'bet war hon douar
    'Merc'hed oa par d'ar baotred, hag an douar 'oa d'an oll

    Daou mil a pemp kant bloaz 'zo, Kultur ar Gelted kozh oa o fewañ
    War lod brasañ an Europa, lorc'h 'bet hon eus o lar an dra-se
    Met rheid eo gout 'oa ar Romaned tud gouez'n o c'hichen
    War 'n dachenn filozofel, arzhel a' sokiel.
    Hag 'wid 'lodenn diouzh 'skiantoù ha diouzh an teknikoù

    Skupet eo bet bed kozh ar Gelted ga' hin' ar Romaned
    Kreñwoc'h oa he, ya'hat, 'wid rheñk ur stad a rhein un niverenn da bep den
    'Brezel etre ar Gelted hag ar Romaned
    'Zo bet ur brezel 'tre ar Stad o doue ha' gevredigezh tud
    'Tre 'r bed karrezeg ha kaled leun a karrezed vihan
    Hag ur bed ronn ha dourel leun a droellennoù hunvre ha follentez
    Kollet eo bet ar brezel-se, 'wid ar mare

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    Life was no paradise three thlousand years ago for the Celts of old
    But before they spoke in Greece of democracy we had tried it out in practice,
    Not just for those in the slave-owning class but for all men.
    Three thousand years ago we bowed the knee to no king,
    Women stood equal to their brothers and the land belonged to all.

    Five hundred years went by, bloomed bright the free-sown flower of our culture
    Across the boundaries of Europe, this no idle boast in our mouths :
    When Romans ranged on the seven hills with packs of wolves
    The Celts were known as philosophers, their arts and society
    Blossomed around our ancient lore of science and craft.

    Sweeping across the ancient Celtic world came the Romans,
    Building their State on our bones, numbering each man as slaveowner or slave.
    Not merely Roman and Celt were locked in struggle :
    It was a battle of ideas between the supremacy of the State and the liberty of the individual,
    On the one side a square cube of cube-shaped thoughts
    Imprisoning a liquid world full of spiralling dreams and fantasy,
    Which now has begun once more to break free.

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