You should check out the lyrics for all 34 verses. A swan, a swan from the sea On the crown of Castle Armor's old tower Dinn, dinn, daoñ, to battle, to battle! Dinn, dinn, daoñ, I'm going to battle! Good tidings for the Bretons And red curse to the French! There sails a ship into the beach-harbour Her white sails are open wide, free Lord Yann is back He is back to defend his home We take the fight to the French Who fall upon the Bretons Such cries shout out loud The coast, the beach trembles Such is the song of the Mountains of Laz The white mare gallops, leaps with joy So happy is the song of the bells In a hundred places, in each town The sun is back; the summer is back The Lord Yann is back! Lord Yann is a good lad Quick-footed, as quick-witted The milk of a Breton raised him A milk healthier than wine of old His lance in full thrust shines All who look upon it fall blind His sword in full swing flies Man and horse are split in two Strike home, hold firm, Lord Duke! Strike -- boil their blood! When one combats as you do He has no Lord but God! Let us hold, Bretons, let us fight! No mercy, no rest -- blood for blood! Our Lady Mary, come defend your land! Our home is yours to command The hay is ripe; who will collect it? The wheat is ripe; who will reap it? The hay, the wheat, who'll take it? The king claims it for himself He shall come and reap Brittany Come and reap it with a silver scythe Come and mow our meadows with a silver scythe And reap our fields with a sickle of gold Would the French like to know If the Bretons are ripe for the picking? Would the Lord King like to find out If he is man or god? The wolves of Lower Brittany grind their teeth They hear the declaration of war They hear the clamour, they howl The smell of the French, they have caught On the roads, we'll soon see Blood flowing like water So red will the ducks' feathers become And the white swans that swim past Like twigs, we'll see spears scattered about But no branches will remain after the hurricane We'll see more skulls Than there are in the country's catacombs Where the French boys fall, there Until Judgment Day they will remain lying Until Judgment Day they will be judged and punished With them will be the traitor they followed Droplets from the trees Shall make the water that blesses his tomb! Honour, honour to the white-and-black And red curse to the French!

it's the original version, "son ar chistr" ("song of cider" in breton language) written in 1932, "how much is the fish" is just a recovery

It’s 100 % breton !

Bien joué :) on s'attendait aux paroles mais c'est bien

@@capitainecefrio3755 il peut pas je te rappelle que si tu met une insulte tu te fait ban.

Tellement. Les concerts me manques trop. Je kifferai les voir au Morocultor Fest 😍

@@Nicolas-mw4mx ouii

On devrait dire Son Dan, ce n'est pas la musique du feu mais celle de Dan :) Mais c'est un nom de groupe on fait ce qu'on veut ! ^^

@@vinigabalan Bien sûr vous faites ce que vous voulez, mais c'est juste dommage de ne pas se renseigner avant de choisir un nom en breton pour l'écrire correctement, domaj ha trist eo.

@@TheNanoushe Ar parezon ar brezhoneg zo trist. On joue pour un publique majoritairement francophone, Son Dan ou encore Son an Dan, en français ça ne sonne pas du tout. Son Dan, mais à qui ? ou Son "âne" dan Niveau com c'est pas top... Même si dans le fond je suis d'accord avec vous.

c'est un nom et en tant que tel je peux l'écrire comme bon me semble, ce qui est important ici c'est le son et la prononciation, quelque chose qui clac et percutant.

An daou zo mat ! ;)