Quand il est mort le Poète
Quand il est mort le poète,
Quand il est mort le poète,
Tous ses amis,
Tous ses amis,
Tous ses amis pleuraient.
Quand il est mort le poète,
Quand il est mort le poète,
Le monde entier,
Le monde entier,
Le monde entier pleurait.
On enterra son étoile,
On enterra son étoile,
Dans un grand champ,
Dans un grand champ,
Dans un grand champ de blé.
Et c'est pour ça que l'on trouve,
Et c'est pour ça que l'on trouve,
Dans ce grand champ,
Dans ce grand champ,
Dans ce grand champ des bleuets.
When the Poet Died
When the poet died
When the poet died
All his friends
All his friends
All his friends were crying
When the poet died
When the poet died
The whole world
The whole world
The whole world was crying
They buried his star
They buried his star
In a big field
In a big field
In a big field of wheat
And that's why you find
And that's why you find
In this big field
In this big field
In this big field of cornflowers