Les patholes d’la chanson d’Badlabecques:
Lyrics of the Badlabecques song:
Little Green ShootsUn radgîn dans la huthe
Nou veurt, nou vresse, nou vait
D’èrtou à la natuthe
Et la bieauté tch’èrnaîtA worth more dear than cash
A wilderness to tread
As values turn to ash
On the headland in our headVé-t-en! Vé-t-en!
Ch’est d’haûchi les brandons
Pouor èraver Pliémont
Come on, come on!
Let the beacon burn
And from the ashes
There’ll be little green shoots
On your tax return…Les agueneurs vadléthandent
Lus temps et lus profit
J’viyons pus cliai ès landes
Ès lueurs dé not’ BêtchiThis hill enfolds the past
Its future sparks like fire
But will our great-grandchildren cast
Their line from our desire?Vé-t-en! Vé-t-en!
Ch’est d’haûchi les brandons
Pouor èraver Pliémont
Come on, come on!
Let the beacon flame
And from the ashes
There’ll be little green shoots
Growing back againWhen will those with deepest pockets
Give something back
To the island that dressed you so well?
Mother Nature’s naked body
Is lying in the dark,
Though she was never ours to sell
Oh well… Oh well… Oh well…Vé-t-en! Vé-t-en! Vé-t-en!
Ch’est d’haûchi les brandons
Pouor èraver Pliémont
Come on, come on!
Oh you know what to do
And from the ashes
There’ll be little green shoots, little green shoots
And the little green shoots are me and you