Текст песни Aled Jones - Mae Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau

The country of my ancestors , the country of my dreams ,
Expanse poets , space for the singers ;
The country , whose heroes are produced in battle
And honor, and your freedom .

Wales! Wales! Ancient , glorious Wales !
Whose the sea for centuries store wall
Your purity and peace.

For Bard valleys and mountains here - paradise
Melodies and sounds filled our land ;
And the echo thunder , lapping waves and streams
Sound in every song they .

Chorus

Let your land trampling enemies ,
Your marvelous and ancient language is not dead ;
And could not even anyone
Humbled your harp string .