Les lacs du Connemara [English translation]

Scorched earth in the wind,

Stone moorlands

Around lakes,

It is for the living

A bit of hell (A bit of a blast),

Connemara.

Black clouds

Coming from the north

Color the earth,

Lakes and rivers,

It's the scenery of Connemara.

The following spring,

The Irish sky

Was at peace,

Maureen plunged

Naked in a lake in Connemara.

Sean Kelly has said:

" I am catholic,

Maureen too! "

The church in Limerick granite

Maureen said yes.

Tipperary

Bally Connelly,

And Galway,

They arrived

In Connemara County.

Was Connor,

The O'Connelly,

the Flaherty

Of the Ring of Kerry

And with something to drink

For three days and two nights.

There in Connemara,

We all know the price of silence

There in Connemara,

It is said that life,

It is madness

And madness

It is made to be danced.

Scorched earth in the wind,

Stone moorlands

Around lakes,

It is for the living

A bit of hell (A bit of a blast),

Connemara.

Black clouds

Coming from the north

Color the earth,

Lakes and rivers,

It's the scenery of Connemara.

Some still lives

iIn the way of Gaels and Cromwell,

To the rhythm of the rain and sun,

Not the horse's.

We still believe in it

Lakes monsters

That we see swim

Some summer evenings

And submerge forever.

We still see

Men from elsewhere

Who came, Looking for

The peace of the mind

And for the heart

A taste of something better.

They still believed there

That the day will come,

it's close,

Where the Irish

Will make peace

Around the cross.

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