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 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

For 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 the mind

And for the heart

A taste of something better.

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:Michel Sardou
• Album:Les lacs du Connemara (1981)