Chanson pour mon enterrement [English translation]

There will be flowers

Piled up in the cathedrals

And colourful clothes

No, please, no black

I've always been afraid of the dark

By the way, when I was a child

I slept with my door open

For fear that robbers

Would pass by the window

To steal my mom

There will lovers

Who love to love

The loves of lovers

In the end, there will be love

And children I hope

To sing: "Death to the old!

Death to the dead, death to the good gods!"

And to piss behind the church

Of this poor priest

Who talks only nonsense

Who steals my time

They'll play Mozart

No requiem

But the Magic Flute

Or even better, Don Juan

Parting as a conqueror

Parting in a simple way

To an air of trumpets

Part to the conquest

My heart celebrating

There will be memories

There will be smiles

From the time when I was a child

When I was like the spring

When you were inside a belly

When you were in the wind...

No, don't cry my brother

No, don't cry my mother

Soon we'll be together again

We'll turn back time

And be in Sicily

Sure, on the beautiful planet

And we'll sing that we're crazy

And carry a rucksack

We'll piss in the sea

And fish calamari

To make Nemo blush

We'll rewrite our history

While waiting for Pierrot

Don't be sad, my friend

You know, my life was beautiful

A little short, but magnificent

Like a rising sun

The wind on the Atlantic

I'll part singing

To another America

Like a sleeping sun

Over the Pacific