Pyrène

Au Reiaume de Bekrydes, vivèva ua bera princessa Sa mort tragic susmavè lo Diu, lo son galant Heracles "lo ton nom, ma bera Pyrèna, sera coneishut de tot los omis E las beras montahnas on somelhas, a jamei lo ton tombeu Crema la plana, brutla la terra Pujar lentement mes gaha la crèsta Torna e torna, gaha lo cèu Lo noste pireneos, montanha de huec Ua borriscla violenta, qui hé tringlar lo som Un corbaish qui hrega, lo penent de la Costa Ua sarrida, crentiu, qui dispareish hens la bruma Ua beluga, l'eslama, qui desgaha la dança Crema la plana, brutla la terra Pujar lentement mes gaha la crèsta Torna e torna, gaha lo cèu Lo noste pireneos, montanha de huec Hè pair-bon, que son aquèras humas, qui s'enairan de la seuva Que vedi au luenh, sus nosta montanha, arrais de lutz com mila lanternas Hè hilhòt, la huma que vedes, son vielhas com milas annadas Lo huec neteja e neureish la terra, e la terra neureish los ómis Crema la plana, brutla la terra Pujar lentement mes gaha la crèsta Torna e torna, gaha lo cèu Lo noste pireneos, montanha de huec In the Kingdom of Bekrydes, Lived a beautiful princess Her tragic death devastated her lover, the God Heracles Your name, my beautiful Pyrène, will be known all the men And the beautiful mountains where you now sleep will be your grave Burn the field, scorch the earth Rise up slowly towards the ridge Turning and swirling up to the sky Our dear old Pyrenees, Mountains of Fire The violent wind makes the summit tinkle A crow that shaves the slope in its flight A fearful flock of Isard, disappearing in the mist A spark, a flame triggers dance Hey grandfather what are these fumes Rising above the woods On our mountain, I see in the distance Dashes of light, like thousands of lanterns Well, the fumes you see are thousand years old The fire cleans and nourishes the earth And the earth feeds men