Lyrics:
B'fhearr liom bheith ag scriobh/ I would rather writeMar gheall ar solas an lae / About the nature and character of daylightNa' behith ag cur sios / Than to describeAr miant mo chroi / The yearnings of my heartB'fhearr liom bheith a siul / I would instead, walkSan bhfoiris gle / The illuminated forestRain becomes silverLeave turn to goldB'fhearr liom feachaint siar /I would rather look backIs bheith ag eitilt san aer / And fly through the airNa' behith I cgonai troid / Than to always fightIn aghaidh an saol / Against the worldB'fhearr liom bheith im' leanbh / Instead of this I would be a childSan aoibhneas gie / In intense happinessRain becomes silverLeave turn to goldCloth become amberWind turn to snowB'fhearr liom lui ar thalahm / I would rather lie on the groundIs bheith a stanadh ar an re / And gaze at the heavensNa' behith feachaint sios uaim / Than to look downAr dath an chre / At the colour of the earthB'fhearr liom bheith ag cogar / Instead, I would whisperLe ceol na n-ean / The song of birdsMere, soeur . . . la guere n'est pas bonne / Mother, sister . . . war is not a good thingGens du monde la guere n'a que des vaincus / People of the world, war has only losers