Amber

B'fhearr liom bheith ag scríobh / I would rather write

Mar gheall ar solas an lae / About the nature and character of daylight

Ná bheith ag cur síos / Than to describe

Ar mianta mo chroí / The yearnings of my heart

B'fhearr liom bheith a'siúl / I would instead, walk

San bhfoirís glé / The illuminated forest

Rain become silver

Leaves turn to gold

B'fhearr liom feachaint siar / I would rather look back

Is bheith ag eitilt san aer / And fly through the air

Ná bheith i gcónaí troid / Than to always fight

In aghaidh an saol / Against the world

B'fhearr liom bheith a'siúl / I would instead, walk

San aoibhnea glé / In intense happiness

Rain become silver

Leaves turn to gold

Cloth become amber

Wind turn to snow

B'fhearr liom luí ar thalamh / I would rather lie on the ground

Is bheith a stánadh ar an ré / And gaze at the heavens

Na bheith féachaint síos uaim / Than to look down

Ar dath an chré / At the color of the earth

B'fhearr liom bheith ag cogar / Instead, I would whisper

Le ceol na n-eán / The songs of birds

Mère, soeur... la guère n'est pas bonne /

Mother, sister... war is not a good thing

Gens du monde la guère n'a que des vaincus... /

People of the world, war has only losers...

Simple orguell de l'homme pour montrer sa capacité en détruisant son prochain /

The simple pride of men to demonstrate their power whilst destroying their brothers