Les lacs du Connemara [English translation]

Scorched earth under the wind,

Moorlands with stones,

Around lakes, it is for the living people

A bit of hell, Connemara.

Black clouds coming from the north

Color the earth, Lakes, rivers,

It's the Connemara's scenery.

In the following spring, the Irish sky was peaceful,

Maureen plunged naked in a Connemara's lake.

Sean Kelly said to himself: "I am Catholic, Maureen too! "

In the Limerick's granite church, Maureen said yes.

From Tipperary, Bally Connelly, and from Galway,

They arrived in the Connemara's County.

There was the Connor's, the O'Connelly's, the Flaherty's families from the Ring of Kerry

And something to drink during three days and two nights.

There, in Connemara,

Everyone knows well the price of silence.

There, in Connemara,

It is said that life is madness

And madness is being danced.

Scorched earth under the wind,

Moorlands with stones,

Around lakes, it is for the living people

A bit of hell, Connemara.

Black clouds coming from the north

Color the earth, Lakes, rivers,

It's the Connemara's scenery.

People still live there like other ones lived at the time of Gaels and Cromwell,

With the rhythm of the sun and rain, following horses footstep.

We still believe in lakes monsters

That are seen swimming during some summer evenings and diving again forever.

There, we still see men from elsewhere who came, Looking for

The peace of mind and a taste of something better for the heart.

There they still believe that a day will come, it's soon,

When the Irishmen will make peace around the Cross.

There, in Connemara,

Everyone knows the price for war.

There, in Connemara,

Noone accepts

The peace from Welshmen

Nor that from English kings.

• Artist:Kids United
• Album:Sardou et nous