Village at the bottom of the valley
As if lost, almost unnoticed
Here in the starry night
A newborn is given to us
His name is Jean-François Nicot
He is chubby, tender and rosy
At the church, handsome little man
Tomorrow you will be baptized

A bell rings, rings
Its voice, from echo to echo
Tells the world that is surprised
"It's for Jean-François Nicot
It's to welcome a soul
A flower that opens to the day
Barely, barely a flame
Still weak who demands
Protection, tenderness, love"

Village at the bottom of the valley
Far from paths, far from humans
Here after nineteen years
Heart in turmoil, Jean-François
Takes for wife the sweet Elise
White as apple blossom
Before God, in the old church
This day, they got married

All the bells ring, ring
Their voices, from echo to echo
Wonderfully crown
The wedding of François Nicot
"One heart, one soul"
Says the priest, "and, forever
Be a pure flame
That rises and proclaims
The greatness of your love"

Village at the bottom of the valley
Days, nights, time has fled
Here in the starry night
A heart falls asleep, François is dead
For all flesh is like grass
It is like the flower of the fields
Ears, ripe fruits, bouquets and sheaves
Alas! are drying up

A bell rings, rings
It sings in the wind
Obsessive and monotonous
It repeats to the living
"Do not tremble, faithful hearts
God will give you a sign one day
You will find under his wing
With eternal life
The eternity of love"

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