Quand il est mort, le poète [English translation]

When the poet died,

When the poet died,

All of his friends,

All of his friend,

All of his friends cried.

When the poet died,

When the poet died,

The whole world,

The whole world,

The whole world cried.

They burried his star,

They burried his star,

In a great field,

In a great field,

In a great wheat field.

And that's why we find,

And that's why we find,

In this great field,

In this great field,

In this great field, cornflowers.

• Artist:Gilbert Bécaud