1 “Xoria Xori” (Hegoak)
Words
Hegoak ebaki banizkio
Neuria izango zen
I won’t do it
Hegoak ebaki banizkio
Neuria izango zen
I won’t do it
Bainan tamaşa
Ez zen mangeri xoria izango
Bainan tamaşa
Ez zen mangeri xoria izango
Eta nik, xoria nuen maite
Eta nik eta nik, xoria nuen maite
lala lala lala lala lalaaa,
Lala lala lalaaaaaa
lala lala lala lala lalaaaa,
Lala lala lalaaaaaa
Bainan tamaşa
Ez zen mangeri xoria izango
Bainan tamaşa
Ez zen mangeri xoria izango
Eta nik, xoria nuen maite
Eta nik eta nik, xoria nuen maite
2 “La Peña Baiona (Griego Wine)”
Words
Verse 1: In our dear little Bayonne
There is a peña, peña Baiona
They proudly wear their blue and white scarves everywhere
In Dax or Narbonne you only see these types
Who have their dear players in their hearts
rugby king
With us at Jean Dauger, or everywhere out there
In all the feverish stadiums, she brings us so much enthusiasm
It is Peña who shouts her joy
To that tune…
2nd verse:
In our dear little Bayonne
There is a peña, peña Baiona
They proudly wear their blue and white scarves everywhere
In Dax or Narbonne you only see these types
Who have their dear players in their hearts
rugby king
Wherever our players shine, victory is often in the end
Streets of blue and white dresses
And the fun is everywhere
It is Peña who shouts her joy to this tune
Chorus
Come on, come on
Blue and white Aviron Bayonnais
This is the peña, this is the peña of Baiona
We’re all here, come on guys
Again…
Come on, come on
Blue and white Aviron Bayonnais
Play a flush and then expand it’s a test
We applaud your exploits, it was won…
3 “Get Up Leon”
Words
Chorus: Get up, get up, get up Leon!
It’s time to put on the crown
To us you will always be,
King of Bayonne parties
Get up, get up, get up, Leon!
It’s time to ascend the throne
Your people are waiting for you
Stand up, Leon, you are the king!
We are all in this together
Town Hall Square
Both big and small
it’s called loud
And from the bottom of his bed,
His Majesty Leon,
Every day at noon
Listen to our song
Chorus
Leon is our friend,
Bayonnais for us
But you understood
you have to wake him up
If you want too
See King Leon again
Come here all of you
Sing our song
Chorus
4 “Bayonne here we come”
Words
Ironed shirt
It’s time to go
Pants whiter than ever
Your tall scarf
Freedom Square
Ready, the keys are thrown
Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Baionaaaaa
Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Here we are!
Gangs on the Quay
Direction Saint-André
Peña postpones the tour
Batukada panic
The girls are dancing
Men’s hearts soar
Your red, your white
Always make us drunk
Time stands still
Between Niva and Adour
Let’s have a bucket
The Golden Dago of Bayona
Bayonne here we come!
Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Baionaaaaa
Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Here we are!
Stained shirt
Mom needs to iron
Pants dirtier than ever
It’s not over
Bayonne must go
We got the keys
Your red, your white
Always make us drunk
Time stands still
Between Niva and Adour
Let’s have a bucket
The Golden Dago of Bayona
Bayonne here we come!
Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Baionaaaaa
Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Here we are!
Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Baionaaaaa
Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Here we are!
5 “The Lakes of Connemara
Wind-scorched earth
Screaming stones
Around the lake is for the living
A bit of hell, Connemara
Black clouds come from the north
Color the land, lakes, rivers
This is the Connemara landscape
The following spring, the Irish skies were calm
Maureen dove in Lake Connemara
Sean Kelly said to himself, “I’m Catholic,” Maureen too
Limerick Granite Church Maureen said yes
From Tipperary, Barry-Connelly and Galway
They arrived in County Connemara
There were the Connors, the O’Connollys, the Flahertys of the Ring of Kerry
And something to drink for three days and two nights
Down in Connemara
We all know the price of silence
Down in Connemara
They say life is madness
And that madness is danced
Wind-scorched earth
Screaming stones
Around the lake is for the living
A bit of hell, Connemara
Black clouds come from the north
Color the land, lakes, rivers
This is the Connemara landscape
We still live there in the age of the Gaels and Cromwells
In the rhythm of rain and sun
At a horse’s pace
We still believe in lake monsters
Let’s see some summer evenings swimming
And dive again for eternity
We’re still seeing
People from other places who came to search
Rest for the soul and the heart, a taste of better
We still believe
That the day will come, it is near
Where the Irish will make peace around the cross
Down in Connemara
We all know the cost of war
Down in Connemara
We do not accept
Welsh Peace