It was the fourth of June, the sun had been beating down since the morning
I busied myself with the grapes and my brother loaded the hay
And the lunch hour arrived, we returned home
And our mother yelled from the kitchen: "Wipe your feet on the doormat!"
Then she told us that she had some news from Bourg-les-Essonnes:
This morning Marie-Jeanne Guillaume had thrown herself off the Garonne bridge
And my father says to my mother while passing us the plate of gratin:
"That Marie-Jeanne, she wasn't very smart, pass me the bread".
There are still two hectares to work in the cane field."
And mom says: "You see, when I think of it, it was stupid even for that poor Marie-Jeanne."
On says that nothing good ever comes from Bourg-les-Essonnes.
And there you have it that Marie-Jeanne Guillaume would throw herself from the Garonne bridge."
And my brother says that he remembers when he, and I, and the older Nicolas
put a frog down Marie-Jeanne's back one night at the cinema
And he told me: "You remember, you talked to her this Sunday near the church
Give me a bit more wine, life is truly unfair
Say, I saw her at the sawmill yesterday at Bourg-les-Essonnes
And today Marie-Jeanne threw herself from the Garonne bridge."
Mom finally told me: "My son, you don't have much appetite
I cooked all morning, and you haven't touched a thing, you haven't taken anything
Tell me, the young vicar's sister passed by in a car
She told me that she will come to dinner on Sunday... oh! by the way,
She says that she saw a boy who looked like you at Bourg-les-Essonnes
And he and Marie-Jeanne were throwing something from the Garonne bridge"
A whole year passed, we don't talk about Marie-Jeanne at all anymore
My brother who got married bought a store with his wife
The flu came to our house and my father died in January
Since then mom no longer wants to do much, she is always tired
And me, from time to time, I go pick some flowers near Essonnes
And I throw them in the muddy water from the top of Garonne bridge