Chante [English translation]

The northern wind galloped

The bird is dead long live the bird

There is wine for next year and some good bread

So sing, sing, sing

La la la la la la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la la la la la

Sunken pathways when things go wrong

When it feels better, cathedrals

And this child that you wait for while knitting

So sing, sing, sing

• Artist:Gilbert Bécaud