Les Trois Cloches / The three bells
Les Compagnons de la Chanson with Edith Piaf
Village at the bottom of the valley
As lost almost ignored
Here in the starry night
A newborn is given to us
Jean-Francois Nicot it is called
It is plump, tender and pink
At the church, handsome little man
Tomorrow you will be called
A bell rings, rings
His voice, echo echo
Says who surprised the world:
"For Jean-Francois Nicot
That is to host a soul
A flower that opens the day
Hardly, hardly a flame
Even low calling
Protection, tenderness, love "
Village at the bottom of the valley
Far paths, away from humans
Here, after nineteen years
Heart to stir, Jean-François
Takes Women's gentle Elise
White flower, as apple
Before God, in the old church
This day, they were married
All the bells ring, ring
Their voices echo echo
Wonderfully crown
The wedding at Francois Nicot
"One heart, one soul"
Says the priest, "and forever
Be a pure flame
Who stands and proclaims
The size of your love "
Village at the bottom of the valley
Some days, nights, the time has fled
Here in the starry night
A heart asleep, François is dead
For all flesh is as grass
It is like the flower fields
Epis, ripe fruits, flowers and jets
Unfortunately, everything is drying
A bell rings, rings
She sings in the wind
Obsédante and monotonous
She reiterated the living:
"Do not fear, faithful hearts
God will make you sign one day
You will find under his wing
With eternal life
The eternity of love "