Airlink 747 shuttle from Paris
Dublin stretches like a lousy dog
Your reflection ripples on each of these clouds
A wall of steam over our dirty necks

A stop further at O’Connell Street
I get off in front of Christ Church Cathedral
Passers-by jostle me
My coffee spills on the dark asphalt

Meet me on the banks of the Liffey
Let’s light up every grey-green cloud
With our fingers full of black magic
Let’s light up the night with our slender fingers

The City Hall insurgents
Control the access to Dublin
And haunt the twists and turns of history
Can you hear their cries

Along the Docks and the Grand Canal
I chew a plastic straw
The ground is littered with corpses
Of green and gold bottles

Join me in this closed theater
We’ll make the city howl with joy
Let’s rekindle the flame in the eyes of the actors
Of the city of Dublin

Dun Laoghaire the village by the sea
Will welcome our thirsty hearts
Let us quench our thirst with the foam
Let’s quench our passion with the ocean’s fire

Merrion square, a tramp awaits the rain
Bathed in the full August sun
The cathedrals shade the happiness
Let’s pray before we sell our souls

The capital of the Republic of Ireland
Holds out paper arms to us
And an open fire
Our tears dry up on the cobblestones

I spent the night untying
The chains of a ghost of Trinity College
He gave me a rose of sulphur
To thank me for delivering him

And his cries still echo
All the way to the Bank of Ireland
The bundles of bills are jingling
To the sound of this dreamy din

The lords chamber is deserted
Come on, let’s go! Let’s collect the gold dust
Let’s take possession of the scenery
Let’s take a member’s seat for the night

The Speaker of the House
Will not hold it against us
He lies in the arms of a woman of the night
Half asleep away from politics

The battle of the Boyne
And the siege of Londonderry
Wiped out the last political glory
And the city sinks into the dust

I made myself a crown of shamrocks
And drank all the water of the Liffey
That my heart could hold;
Traveller, and I breathed your memory

The city cradles us in its sunny arms
Come play cricket with me
Run faster if your heart can
My legs can handle the speed

The Taoiseach has beautiful eyelashes
Let’s make her promise to come back
Haunting the government building at night
Let’s share a kir champagne with her

The Olympia theatre is blindfolded
And hopes to survive the fires
That the actors have lit
In their incendiary monologues

The City Hall insurgents
Control the access to Dublin
And haunt the twists and turns of history
Can you hear their cries

The capital of the Republic of Ireland
Holds out its paper arms
And an open fire
Our tears dry up on the cobblestones