Les Lacs Du Connemara (Sardou Et Nous)

Burnt land in the wind
Moorlands of stones
Around the lakes, it's for the living
A bit of hell, 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'm Catholic, Maureen too
The granite church in Limerick, Maureen said yes

From Tipperary, Barry-Connely, and Galway
They arrived in County Connemara
There were the Connors, the O'Connollys, the Flaherty from the Ring of Kerry
And enough to drink for three days and two nights

There in Connemara
We know the price of silence
There in Connemara
They say life is madness
And madness, it's a dance

Burnt land in the wind, moorlands of stones
Around the lakes, it's for the living
A bit of hell, 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
To the sound of horses' hooves
They still believe in the lake monsters
That we see swimming some summer evenings
And diving back for eternity
We still see there
Men from elsewhere seeking
Rest for the soul and for the heart, a taste of better
We still believe
That the day will come, it's very close
When the Irish will make peace around the Cross

There in Connemara
We know the price of war
There in Connemara
We don't accept
The Peace of the Welsh
Nor that of the English kings