Rothaí an t'saoil ag cásadh leo 
Níl imeacht úaidh go deo 
Daoine corr an t'saoil ag góid leo 
Ní cuma leo go fóill 
Rothaí an t'saoil ag cásadh leo 
Níl imeacht úaidh go deo 
  
White [bad word] to a new land
There's a dark moon on the sand
Then nothing was ever the same again
This land is in their hands
thousand years of a tribeland
Strong winds carry the pulse
Greed and lust, it strips the earth bare
When the white fool came to a new land 
  
Cries of an anthem, cráite
Of fury and unrest, túirseach
Fix your eyes to the sound, éist leo
Of the horizon 
  
Rothaí an t'saoil ag cásadh leo 
Níl imeacht úaidh go deo 
Daoine corr an t'saoil ag góid leo 
Ní cuma leo go fóill 
Rothaí an t'saoil ag cásadh leo 
Níl imeacht úaidh go deo 
  
White [bad word] to a new land
There's a dark moon on the sand
Then nothing was ever the same again
This land is in their hands
thousand years of a tribeland
Strong winds carry the pulse
Greed and lust, it stripped the earth bare
When the white fool came to a new land 
  
Bhí'os acu 
Ar a t séan dóigh 
Éist leo...