La fille du lac
Canada
The girl from the lake
The night has spread its wings
On the walls of Belfast
I hear the cries of the sentinels
They have found my trail
I run thinking of her
She had already told me to flee
But their barking reminds me
That I took too long to react
A girl falls asleep by the lake
All alone when the dogs attack
I crawl through the city
Among the livid sheep
I am the last to be chained
The survivor of the genocide
She told me 'I'll be there,
We'll meet on my island'
But they don't have the same God as me
I won't leave the city
A girl falls asleep by the lake
All alone when the dogs attack
A girl falls asleep by the lake
All alone when the dogs attack
A tragic story from Northern Ireland
Like a stifled cry
It's the evening wind at the edge of the moor
That whispered it to me.
