Le clocher de mon village [English translation]

When a stranger lands in Corsica

He can not believe his eyes

He is struck by a force

An appeal so mysterious

And among all those wonders

This blue sea, those big boulders

In a village with a thousand vine arbours

He can see an old bell tower.

It is the bell tower of my village

It is the prettiest bell tower

Covered in wild ivy

Hiding it's old decrepit walls

And leaving all the bocages

The birds make their nests

Enchanting us with their warblings

In the bell tower of my country.

In the night the fisherman gets lost

He cannot find the port

The old bell tower is his lighthouse

He sees the little golden cross

That under the light of the moon

Shines with bright reflects

And advancing in the brown night

The fisherman sings all joyful :

It is the bell tower of my village

It is the bell tower of my country

Of all the reefs of the shoreline

He protects me, he guides me

When the winds turns into storm

I find shelter near him

And I fear no more the shipwrecks

Near the bell tower of my country.