Les Anges Dans Nos Campagnes
Les anges dans nos campagnes
Ont entonné l'hymne des cieux,
Et l'écho de nos montagnes
Redit ce chant mélodieux:
Gloria in excelsis Deo
Gloria in excelsis Deo
Bergers, pour qui cette fête?
Quel est l'objet de tous ces chants?
Quel vainqueur, quelle conquête
Mérite ces cris triomphants:
Gloria...
Ils annoncent la naissance
Du libérateur d'Israël
Et pleins de reconnaissance
Chantent en ce jour solennel:
Gloria...
Cherchons tous l'heureux village
Qui l'a vu naître sous ses toits
Offrons-lui le tendre hommage
Et de nos coeurs et de nos voix:
Gloria...
Bergers, quittez vos retraites,
Unissez-vous à leurs concerts,
Et que vos tendres musettes
Fassent retenir les airs:
Gloria...
The Angels in Our Countryside
The angels in our countryside
Have sung the hymn of the skies,
And the echo of our mountains
Echoes this melodious song:
Glory to God in the highest
Glory to God in the highest
Shepherds, for whom is this celebration?
What is the reason for all these songs?
Which victor, which conquest
Deserves these triumphant cries:
Glory...
They announce the birth
Of the liberator of Israel
And full of gratitude
Sing on this solemn day:
Glory...
Let's all search for the happy village
That saw him born under its roofs
Let's offer him tender homage
From our hearts and our voices:
Glory...
Shepherds, leave your retreats,
Join in their concerts,
And let your tender bagpipes
Make the tunes linger:
Glory...