Le curé [English translation]

I who am the young priest

Of the abandoned parish,

Over there, on the side of the mountain,

I who interest no one

No more the Cardinals of Rome,

May my parishioners be damned,

When I am bored on winter evenings,

Like a shepherd in his desert,

I go to sleep in my church.

Ah, good God, if we were two of us.

Ah, good God, if only there were two of us.

To love you, to serve you,

We wouldn't be too many, being two of us.

Ah, good God, if we were two of us.

I who am the young priest

Of the abandoned parish,

I often think of that woman

Who would share the bread and the salt,

Who would lay me down to sleep with her

And would protect my soul,

But there before the cross of God,

My prayer does not reach heaven.

I am all alone in my church.

Grant me this favour.

If you do not hear me, Lord,

Tomorrow they will close your church.

Oh, God, if only there were two of us.

Ah, good God, if only there were two of us.

To love you, to serve you,

We wouldn't be too many, being two of us.

Ah, good God, if there were two of us.