Les Lacs Du Connemara (Sardou Et Nous)

Scorched earth in the wind of the stone moors
Around the lakes, it's for the living
A bit of hell, Connemara
Dark clouds coming from the North
Color the earth, the lakes, the rivers
This is the setting of Connemara

The following spring the Irish skies were at peace
Maureen dives naked into a lake in Connemara
Sean Kelly thought: I'm Catholic, so is Maureen
Limerick Granite Church, Maureen said yes

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

Over there in Connemara
We know the price of silence
Over there in Connemara
They say life is madness
And that madness can be danced

Wind-scorched earth, moors of stones
Around the lakes, it's for the living
A bit of hell, Connemara
Dark clouds coming from the North
Color the earth, the lakes, the rivers
This is the scenery of Connemara

We still live there in the time of the Gaels and Cromwell
To the rhythm of the rains and the sun
At the horses' pace
We still believe in lake monsters
That we see swimming on certain summer evenings
And dive back in for eternity
We can still see there
Men from elsewhere came to look for
The rest of the soul and for the heart there is a taste of better
We still believe in it
That the day will come, it is very near
Where the Irish will make peace around the Cross

Over there in Connemara
We know the full price of war
Over there in Connemara
We do not accept the peace of the Welsh
Nor that of the kings of England