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LA BALLADE NORD IRLANDAISE

J'ai voulu planter un oranger 
Là où la chanson n'en verra jamais
Là où les arbres n'ont jamais donné
Que des grenades dégoupillées

Jusqu'à Derry, ma bien-aimée
Sur mon bateau, j'ai navigué
J'ai dit aux hommes qui se battaient
Je viens planter un oranger

Buvons un verre, allons pêcher
Pas une guerre ne pourra durer
Lorsque la bière et l'amitié
Et la musique nous ferons chanter

Tuez vos dieux à tout jamais
Sous aucune croix, l'amour ne se plaît
Ce sont les hommes, pas les curés
Qui font pousser les orangers

Je voulais planter un oranger
Là où la chanson n'en verra jamais
Il a fleuri et il a donné
Les fruits sucrés de la liberté

Il a fleuri et il a donné
Les fruits sucrés de la liberté

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