Y aura du monde [English translation]

There'll be a crowd in the funeral

If we believe the appearances

If they all come to the funeral

Those I find, excessively

Lying on my doormat

When I'm not there for anyone

Or, hanging insanely

On the wire of my telephone

Or, hanging insanely

On the wire of my telephone

There'll be a crowd, surely

By the name of the Father, by the name of the Son

If they all come to the funeral

Those I loved, from father to son

That'll make me a nice little regiment

Giving my last offices

For my good and loyal services

The day of my funeral

For my good and loyal services

The day of my funeral

Those who "I knew her well"

The ugly ones, the gossipers

And those who are virtuous

But have terrible manners

Will come in their evening dresses

To pay me a little compliment

For my last general

The day of my funeral

For my last general

The day of my funeral

Socialites, low-lives

And sub-prefect ladies

Three biscuits and two "Ave Maria"

In a party like in a party

Will tell themselves, to pass time

Trifles in a lowered voice

All in passing around the shovel

The day of my funeral

All in passing around the shovel

The day of my funeral

Oh, I would like nothing but a moment

To see them, on the cold slab,

Kneeling and murmuring

Forward, for the mascarade!

Those who come and pretend

Shedding the leaves with a distracted hand

With the edge of a heart, the edge of a glove

A chrysanthemum, a "I'm sorry"

A little, very, passionately

The day of the last feast

The day of the last feast

The day of my last morning

The day when I'll make myself pretty

The day of "Hello, friends!

I'm leaving, they're calling for me"

I'll go cultivate my garden

I'll go see bloom my roses

From the other side of the road

From the other side of the road

That'll make a crowd in the funeral

And finish the sweet habitude

The one I spent my time in

While living in my solitude

I feel that during the last meeting

No, no, I will not be lonely

Let them come, and it'll be lively

The day of my funeral

Let them come, and it'll be lively

The day of my funeral

I wish for it to be in spring

At the hour of pretty light

I wish to remember for long

The hour of my last hour

And when I will have lied down

Inside the good soil

Oh, you all that I have loved so

During all of my life

If you'll hear: la, la, la, la

My last little song

Above all, don't be afraid

It's to say "Goodbye, I love you"

Et I'm going away with a content heart

It's to say "Goodbye, I love you"

The day of my funeral

The day of my funeral