This is the song I sing for you
Humble man of the country who
Gave me some wood to warm my bones
When all in my life had grown cold,
You, who gave me some fire when
Decent ladies and gentlemen,
All of the well-intentioned folks,
Had slammed the door shut in my nose
It may have been just a small fire,
But still it warmed me to my core,
And it burns in me evermore
As bright as a festive bonfire
You, my good man, when you go away,
When the undertaker takes your remains,
May he drive you across the skies,
To eternal life.
This is the song I sing for you
You, the humble hostess who,
Gave me four pieces of bread when
My rations had grown awful thin,
You, who opened your cupboard when
Decent ladies and gentlemen,
All of the well-intentioned folks,
Considered my fasting a joke
It was just bread, a tiny piece
But still it warmed me to my core,
And it burns in me evermore
As grand as a sumptuous feast.
You, humble hostess, when you go,
The undertaker will take your bones,
May he drive you across the skies,
To eternal life.
This is the song I sing for you
Unassuming stranger who,
Gave me a sad and knowing grin
When the chief of police took me in,
You, who did not clap your hands when
Decent ladies and gentlemen,
All of the well-intentioned folks,
Laughed as I went in the yo???
It was have been just a small smile,
But still it warmed me to my core,
And it burns in me evermore
As hot as the summer sunshine
You, dear stranger, when you go away,
When the undertaker takes your remains,
May he drive you across the skies,
To eternal life.
Transcripteur : Robin Fusée |
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