Scrúfadh sé croí an duine
Fréamhaítar túir lofa i seile
Scread a scrúd mo chroí
Mo mhallacht ar daille an chraois

Cuirtear drochnimh ar fréamh agus ar géag
Comhaontú idir sotalach agus aineolas
Nádúr a bhagairt, Dúlra a ionsaí
Ár ndealga amháin fós in ár gcosaint

Nach neamhthuiscint an mhaise duit
Ag obair go díon, ag tochailt go tapa
Fuil dhubh ag sní
Níl sí ag sileadh braon ar braon…
ach i dtuilte

It is more than flesh and blood can stand
Rotten towers are rooted in spit
A scream that pierced my heart
I curse the blindness of greed

Rank poison is spat on root and branch
A marriage of arrogance and ignorance
Threatening Nature, attacking life
Only our thorns remain to protect

What lack of comprehension you have
Working earnestly, digging quickly
Black blood flowing
Not in drops
but in floods