Le froid envahit sa pauvre me,
Quand sa tombe se referme sur lui,
La sculpture aux regards infmes,
Ferme les yeux, saluant minuit
Aujourd'hui est mort le paradis,
Dans ce cimetire triste et si brumeux,
Sous le ple visage de Marie,
En coutant ce chant misricordieux
[Translation]
[Funeral]
Coldness overcomes his poor soul
When his tomb shuts on him
The sculpture with vile glance
Close it's eyes, greeting midnight
Today Paradise died
In that sad and misty graveyard
Under the pale face of Marie
Listening to that merciful hymn