Chanson Pour l'Auvergnat :
Song For The Man From Auvergne

This song is for you
You the man from Auvergne, who, without a fuss
Gave me four bits of woods
When it was cold in my life
You who gave me fire when
All the people of good will
Had closed their doors on me

It was nothing but a fire
But it gave me so much warmth
And in my soul it still burns
Like a bonfire

Man from Auvergne, when you die
When the pallbearer takes you
May he take you through the sky
To the eternal father

This song is for you
You the hostess who, without a fuss
Gave me four bits of bread
When in my life I was hungry
You who cut your loaf when
All the people of good will
Were laughing at me starving

It was nothing but some bread
But it gave me so much warmth
And in my soul it still burns
Like a great feast

You the hostess when you die
When the pallbearer takes you
May he take you through the sky
To the eternal father

This song is for you
You the stranger who, without a fuss
With a sad look, smiled at me
When the police caught me
You who didn't clap your hands when
All the people of good will
Were laughing at me being taken away

It was nothin but a little honey
But it gave me so much warmth
And in my soul it still burns
Like a huge sun

You the stranger when you die
When the pallbearer takes you
May he take you through the sky
To the Eternal Father


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