Quand il est mort le Poète
Gilbert Becaud
When the Poet Died
When the poet died,
When the poet died,
All his friends,
All his friends,
All his friends were crying.
When the poet died,
When the poet died,
The whole world,
The whole world,
The whole world was crying.
His star was buried,
His star was buried,
In a large field,
In a large field,
In a large wheat field.
And that's why we find,
And that's why we find,
In this large field,
In this large field,
In this large field of cornflowers.
