Chanson Pour L'auvergnat

This song is for you
You, the Auvergnat who, without pretense
Gave me four pieces of wood
When my life was cold

You who gave me fire when
The snobs and the snooty
All the well-meaning people
Had shut the door in my face

It was just a firewood
But it warmed my body
And in my soul, it still burns
Like a bonfire

You, Auvergnat when you die
When the undertaker takes you away
May he lead you through the sky
To the eternal father

This song is for you
You, the hostess who, without pretense
Gave me four pieces of bread
When my life was hungry

You who opened your pantry when
The snobs and the snooty
All the well-meaning people
Enjoyed watching me fast

It was just a little bread
But it warmed my body
And in my soul, it still burns
Like a grand feast

You, hostess when you die
When the undertaker takes you away
May he lead you through the sky
To the eternal father

This song is for you
You, the stranger who, without pretense
Sadly smiled at me
When the police took me

You who didn't applaud when
The snobs and the snooty
All the well-meaning people
Laughed to see me brought back

It was just a little honey
But it warmed my body
And in my soul, it still burns
Like a great sun

You, stranger when you die
When the undertaker takes you away
May he lead you through the sky
To the eternal father