My Veu Genys Dann Steren Wandrek
Kernewek English
(translated by Pol Hodge) (from Paint Your Wagon)

My 'veu genys 'dann steren wandrek
My 'veu genys 'dann steren wandrek
Rosow yw rag rollya
Muls rag fardella
Nevra ny welav vy gwel ha dhe lergh nag yw gwella

I was born under a wandrin' star
I was born under a wandrin' star
Wheels are made for rollin'
Mules are made to pack
I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back

My 'veu genys 'dann steren wandrek
Leys a yll dha vos prisner
Ha gonyow a'th pob seghgha
Ergh a lesk lagas
Mes saw tus a'th herdh dhe ola
Tre yw gwrys rag dos dhyworth
Rag hunros mones dhe
Ha gans tamm a luk nevra gwir a ve
My 'veu genys 'dann steren wandrek
My 'veu genys 'dann steren wandrek

I was born under a wandrin' star
Mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry
Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to
Which with any luck will never come true
I was born under a wandrin' star
I was born under a wandrin' star

A won ple'ma yfarn?
Yfarn yw dydh da
Nev yw Duw genes bys vykken
Prys mos dhymm y'n eur ma
My 'veu genys 'dann steren wandrek
Ow kwandra, ow kwandra teg

Do I know where hell is?
Hell is in hello
Heaven is goodbye for ever
It's time for me to go
I was born under a wandrin' star
A wandrin' wandrin' star

Leys a yll dha vos prisner
Ha gonyow a'th pob seghgha
Ergh a lesk lagas
Mes saw tus a'th herdh dhe ola
Tre yw gwrys rag dos dhyworth
Rag hunros mones dhe
Ha gans tamm a luk nevra gwir a ve
My 'veu genys 'dann steren wandrek
My 'veu genys 'dann steren wandrek

Mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry
Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to
Which with any luck will never come true
I was born under a wandrin' star
I was born under a wandrin' star

Pan wrav vy mos yn nev, dhe brenn ow helmi
Po my a wra gwandra ha skon wodhes mayth esov vy
My 'veu genys 'dann steren wandrek
Ow kwandra, ow kwandra, teg

When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree
Or I'll begin to roam and soon you know where I will be
I was born under a wandrin' star
A wandrin' wandrin' star

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