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