Les Lacs Du Connemara

Burnt land in the wind, moorlands of stones
around the lakes, it's a bit of hell for the living
the Connemara
Black clouds
coming from the north color the land
the lakes, the rivers
it's the scenery of Connemara

The following spring, the Irish sky was at peace
Maureen dove naked into a lake in Connemara
Sean Kelly said, 'I am Catholic, Maureen too!'
The granite church of Limerick,
Maureen said yes
From Tipperary, Barry-Connely and Galway
they arrived in the county of Connemara
There were the Connors, the O'Connolly, the Flaherty from the Ring of Kerry
and enough to drink for three days and two nights?

There in Connemara
they know the price of silence
there in Connemara
they say that life is madness
and that madness is danced

Burnt land in the wind, moorlands of stones
around the lakes, it's a bit of hell for the living
the Connemara
black clouds
coming from the north
color the land, the lakes, the rivers
it's the scenery of Connemara

People still live there
in the time of the Gaels and Cromwell
to the rhythm of rain and sun
at the pace of horses
They still believe
in the lake monsters, seen swimming
some summer evenings
and diving back for eternity
They still see
men from elsewhere coming to seek
peace for the soul and for the heart
a taste of better
They still believe
that the day will come, it is very close
when the Irish will make peace around the Cross

There in Connemara
they know the price of war
there in Connemara
they do not accept
the peace of the Welsh
nor that of the kings of England