Mourir en France [English translation]

In the mornings, I discover it

At the bottom of my café au lait,

Every night, I find her again

In my Beaujolais,

It's like an old mistress

For whom I have no more caresses

And yet I know very well

May my hour come,

I'll be back

Die in France

I will end my life in my country,

Sleep in the bed of my childhood,

Even if elsewhere it is better than here!

I will not sing to you

Tears in my eyes

"Long live my homeland",

I have met a lot of people

Wonderful in other countries,

Without being chauvinistic or stupid,

I also saw fools

And as I get older,

The heart, it loses sight,

I'll be back

Die in France,

I will end my life in my country,

Sleep in the bed of my childhood,

Even if elsewhere it is better than here.

It's stronger than me,

But when I look

All these people from elsewhere

Who come to us to afford our attics

Private elevator,

Those who have this modern comfort

Before which we bow down,

Either they are crazy or so

I do not understand,

They all come

Die in France,

They all come to die in my country,

Sleep in the bed of my childhood,

Even if their home is better than here.

I'll be back

Die in France,

I will come back at the end of my life,

And for my last vacation

Die in France,

In France.