an hini a garan, gwechall bihan er gêr
Pa oamp tostik an eil, an eil ouzh egile..
Ma ch'alon ne gare, ne gare nemet unan,
Pa oan bihan er gêr an hini a garan.
An hini a garan, bremañ, he deus ma laosket
Aet eo da broioù pell, d'ur vro n'anavezan ket
Aet eo d'ar broioù pell, da c'hounit he bara
Kollet, kollet eo din an hini a garan.
An hini a garan, 'm eus kollet da viken
'Mañ degouezhet pell ha ne zistroio ken
Ha setu ma kanan, kanan keti ketañ
Ha setu ma kanan d'an hini a garan
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I love to listen to this during work, it fills me with calmness and I can almost smell the scents of the forest.
Beautiful & serene from start to finish. SilverFolfy
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I believe it is a common(?) practice among cardiologists, when the heart is barely laying in the surgically opened chest, to temporarily shut it down by surrounding it with parts of freezingcold ice. Maybe a certain death-approaching (dream) state is reached... (idk..) Maybe, also, the tender roots (or echoes of a mushroom tale, for some?) from a folk song then enter those realms like it never did before. (act. beautiful song.) fhigher