Koroll ar Gorriganed

KOROLL AR GORRIGANED La danse des korrigans Dilun… Dimeurzh… Dimerc’her… Dilun… Dimeurzh… Dimerc’her… Tro ha tro… Tro ha tro… Ur paotr kromm war an hent kozh A oa o tremen dre ar c’hoad Dindan al loar e welas Ur c’helc’h bihan war ar prad Korriganed tro-ha-tro O lammat war an douar O skeiñ o zreid war ar maen O kanañ hep paouez tamm Dilun! Dimeurzh! Dimerc’her! Dilun! Dimeurzh! Dimerc’her! Dilun! Dimeurzh! Dimerc’her! Dilun! Dimeurzh! Dimerc’her! Ar paotr a selaouas pell An hevelep kan noz ha deiz Tri devezh hep mont pelloc’h Tri devezh o treiñ en-dro Neuze e savas e vouezh Hag e kanas war ar prad: “Ha Diriaou, ha Digwener!” Ar c’helc’h a dridas war an ton Diriaou… Digwener… Diriaou… Digwener… Dilun! Dimeurzh! Dimerc’her! Dilun! Dimeurzh! Dimerc’her! Dilun! Dimeurzh! Dimerc’her! Dilun! Dimeurzh! Dimerc’her! Ha Diriaou! Ha Digwener! Ha Diriaou! Ha Digwener! Ar re vihan a dostaas O daoulagad leun a dan O daouarn yen war e gein O bizied war ar c’hroc’hen Ur sachadenn, un taol sec’h Ar vosenn a gouezhas kuit Ar paotr a savas sonn ha skañv Hag e redas kuit en noz Ur paotr all a glevas se Daoulagad leun a c’hoant fall War e gein ur vosenn vras En e c’henoù ur c’han kriz Mont a reas war-du ar c’helc’h Hag e lamas war ar prad Met e tiskaras an ton O lakaat an deizioù fall Disadorn! Disul! Dilun! Digwener! Nann… Nann… Nann… Piv en deus torret ar c’han? Torret ar c’han… Ar c’han… Ar c’han… Piv en deus mesket an deiz? Mesket an deiz… An deiz… An deiz… Petra vo war e gein? Daou vos! Daou vos! Daou vos! War e gein… Daou vos! Daou vos! Daou vos! Unan dirak… Unan a-dreñv… Ar gorriganed a grogas Er vosenn kouezhet war ar prad O deus staget anezhi War gein ar paotr sot ha fall Bremañ e kerzh kromm-doubl Ur vosenn war bep kostez Hag e klever en e lerc’h Ar c’hoarzh o redek dre ar gwez Dilun! Dimeurzh! Dimerc’her! Dilun! Dimeurzh! Dimerc’her! Dilun! Dimeurzh! Dimerc’her! Dilun! Dimeurzh! Dimerc’her! Dilun! Dimeurzh! Dimerc’her! Dilun! Dimeurzh! Dimerc’her! Ha Diriaou! Ha Digwener! Ha Diriaou! Ha Digwener! Dilun-Dimeurzh-Dimerc’her! Dilun-Dimeurzh-Dimerc’her! Dilun-Dimeurzh-Dimerc’her! Dilun-Dimeurzh-Dimerc’her! Tro! Tro! Tro! Tro! Tro! Tro! Tro! Tro! Ha…

KOROLL AR GORRIGANED La danse des korrigans Lundi… Mardi… Mercredi… Lundi… Mardi… Mercredi… Tourne et tourne… Tourne et tourne… Un homme voûté, sur le vieux chemin, Traversait la forêt. Sous la lune, il aperçut Un petit cercle dans la prairie. Des korrigans tournaient en rond, Bondissant sur la terre, Frappant des pieds sur la pierre, Chantant sans jamais s’arrêter. Lundi ! Mardi ! Mercredi ! Lundi ! Mardi ! Mercredi ! Lundi ! Mardi ! Mercredi ! Lundi ! Mardi ! Mercredi ! L’homme écouta longtemps Le même chant, nuit et jour. Trois jours sans aller plus loin, Trois jours à tourner en rond. Alors il éleva la voix Et chanta dans la prairie : « Et jeudi, et vendredi ! » Le cercle frémit au rythme du chant. Jeudi… Vendredi… Jeudi… Vendredi… Lundi ! Mardi ! Mercredi ! Lundi ! Mardi ! Mercredi ! Lundi ! Mardi ! Mercredi ! Lundi ! Mardi ! Mercredi ! Et jeudi ! Et vendredi ! Et jeudi ! Et vendredi ! Les petits êtres s’approchèrent, Les yeux pleins de feu, Leurs mains froides dans son dos, Leurs doigts sur sa peau. Une traction, un coup sec : La bosse tomba à terre. L’homme se redressa, droit et léger, Puis s’enfuit dans la nuit. Un autre homme entendit l’histoire, Les yeux pleins de mauvaise convoitise. Sur son dos, une grosse bosse, Dans sa bouche, un chant cruel. Il se dirigea vers le cercle Et sauta dans la prairie. Mais il brisa le rythme En ajoutant les mauvais jours. Samedi ! Dimanche ! Lundi ! Vendredi ! Non… Non… Non… Qui a brisé le chant ? Brisé le chant… Le chant… Le chant… Qui a mélangé les jours ? Mélangé les jours… Les jours… Les jours… Qu’aura-t-il sur le dos ? Deux bosses ! Deux bosses ! Deux bosses ! Sur son dos… Deux bosses ! Deux bosses ! Deux bosses ! Une devant… Une derrière… Les korrigans saisirent La bosse tombée dans la prairie. Ils l’attachèrent Sur le dos de l’homme sot et mauvais. À présent, il marche courbé en deux, Une bosse de chaque côté, Et derrière lui on entend Le rire courir à travers les arbres. Lundi ! Mardi ! Mercredi ! Lundi ! Mardi ! Mercredi ! Lundi ! Mardi ! Mercredi ! Lundi ! Mardi ! Mercredi ! Lundi ! Mardi ! Mercredi ! Lundi ! Mardi ! Mercredi ! Et jeudi ! Et vendredi ! Et jeudi ! Et vendredi ! Lundi-Mardi-Mercredi ! Lundi-Mardi-Mercredi ! Lundi-Mardi-Mercredi ! Lundi-Mardi-Mercredi ! Tourne ! Tourne ! Tourne ! Tourne ! Tourne ! Tourne ! Tourne ! Tourne ! Et…

KOROLL AR GORRIGANED The Dance of the Korrigans Monday… Tuesday… Wednesday… Monday… Tuesday… Wednesday… Round and round… Round and round… A hunched man on the old road Was passing through the woods. Beneath the moon he saw A little circle in the meadow. Korrigans danced round and round, Leaping upon the ground, Stamping their feet on the stone, Singing without ever stopping. Monday! Tuesday! Wednesday! Monday! Tuesday! Wednesday! Monday! Tuesday! Wednesday! Monday! Tuesday! Wednesday! The man listened for a long time To the same song, night and day. Three days without going farther, Three days of turning round and round. Then he raised his voice And sang across the meadow: “And Thursday, and Friday!” The circle trembled to the tune. Thursday… Friday… Thursday… Friday… Monday! Tuesday! Wednesday! Monday! Tuesday! Wednesday! Monday! Tuesday! Wednesday! Monday! Tuesday! Wednesday! And Thursday! And Friday! And Thursday! And Friday! The little folk came closer, Their eyes filled with fire, Their cold hands upon his back, Their fingers against his skin. One pull, one sudden jerk, And the hump fell away. The man stood upright, light and straight, And ran off into the night. Another man heard the tale, His eyes full of wicked greed. A great hump upon his back, A harsh song in his mouth. He walked toward the circle And leapt into the meadow. But he broke the rhythm By adding the wrong days. Saturday! Sunday! Monday! Friday! No… No… No… Who has broken the song? Broken the song… The song… The song… Who has mixed up the days? Mixed up the days… The days… The days… What shall he carry on his back? Two humps! Two humps! Two humps! On his back… Two humps! Two humps! Two humps! One in front… One behind… The korrigans seized The hump lying in the meadow. They fastened it To the back of the foolish, wicked man. Now he walks bent double, A hump on either side, And behind him can be heard Laughter running through the trees. Monday! Tuesday! Wednesday! Monday! Tuesday! Wednesday! Monday! Tuesday! Wednesday! Monday! Tuesday! Wednesday! Monday! Tuesday! Wednesday! Monday! Tuesday! Wednesday! And Thursday! And Friday! And Thursday! And Friday! Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday! Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday! Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday! Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday! Round! Round! Round! Round! Round! Round! Round! Round! And…