Les Vallées d'Irlande [English translation]

Pink flamingos lit the sky

Everything seemed almost surreal

All alone in the world before this ballet

We hardly dared to speak

There are things that we'll never forget

The smells, the strong wind

And when the melancholy comes again

We travel out of time

And I see once more the valleys of Ireland

Where the grass is a bed, for skirts spread wide

And the mists of the valleys of Ireland

Often rise to take us by surprise

Pink flamingos lit the sky

And I'm that girl without renewal*

Why does the autumn come to steal everything

And leave us only regrets

And I see once more the valleys of Ireland

Where the grass is a bed, for skirts spread wide

And the mists of the valleys of Ireland

Often rise to take us by surprise

It's true that my pain is overwhelming

But what needs to be understood is

If nothing [else] remains, it has to be said

There are [still] the memories.