Chanson pour l'Auvergnat [English translation]

This song is your's

You the Auvergnat that, without fuss

GIved me four wood's pieces

When my life was feeling cold

You that give me fire when

the "croquantes" and "croquants" *

all this people well intentionned

slammed their doors on my face

that was nothing much than a wood fire

but it had heated my body

And in my soul its burning again

As a bonfire

you, the Auvergnat, when you'll died

When the undertaker will take you away

that he drives you, through the sky

To the Eternal Father

This song is your's

You the host that, without fuss

Gived me four bread's pieces

When my life was feeling hungry

you, that opened your bread box when

the croquantes and croquants

All this people well intetionned

they laughed seeing me fasting ( do not eat)

That was nothing more than a few bred pieces

But it had heated my body

And in my soul its burning again

As a great feast

you, the host, when you'll died

When the undertaker will take you away

that he drives you, through the sky

To the Eternal Father

This song is your's

You the stranger that, without fuss

Looking miserable you smiled me

When policeman caugh me

You, that didn't applaused when

the croquantes and the croquants

All this people well intentionned

Laughed seeing then taking me away

That was nothing more than sweetness (honey)

But te heated my body

and in my soul its burning again

As a great sun

you, the stranger, when you'll died

When the undertaker will take you away

that he drives you, through the sky

To the Eternal Father