Les trois cloches [English translation]

Village at the bottom of the valley

As if lost, almost ignored

Here in the starry night

A new birth we are given

Jean-Francois Nicot he is named

He is chubby, gentle and pink

At the church, little handsome man,

Tomorrow you will be baptized...

A bell rings, rings

His echoed voice echo

Saying to the astonished world

"It's for Jean-Francois Nicot"

It's to receive a soul

A flower that opens in the day

Barely, barely a flame

Still weak claiming

Protection, kindness, love

Village at the bottom of the valley

Far from the roads, far from the people

Here after nineteen years

Heart in turmoil, Jean-Francois

Taking for a wife the sweet Elise

White like a flower from an apple tree

Before God, in the old church

This day he got married...

All the bells ring, ring

Their echoed voices echo

Wonderfully crowning

The wedding of Francois Nicot

"A single heart, a single 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

For days, for nights, the time has fled

Here in the starry night

A heart asleep, Francois is dead...

Because all flesh is like the grass

It is like the flower of the fields

Ear, ripe fruit, bouquets and sheaves,

Alas everything is going to dry out...

A bell rings, rings

It sings in the wind

Haunting and monotonous

It says again to the living

"Do not tremble faithful hearts

God will make you sign one day!

You will find under His wing

With eternal life-

Eternity from love..."

• Artist:Tina Arena