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We have never gotten so close to the stars
That one day building the first cathedral
(Alleluia)
John the Stonecutter
Came on foot
From his Limousin
And Bas-Languedoc
Yves the carpenter
With his cousins
Three winters on earth
For foundations
Will be necessary
But the walls will hold
We have never gotten so close to the stars
That one day building the first cathedral
(Alleluia)
(Alleluia)
It's from Ile-de-France
Where do the oaks come from?
And the poplars
Then the masons assemble
The beams, the vaults
On the great pillars
Put your lights
Master glazier
And the sun
Be your prisoner
We have never approached the stars so closely, never
That one day building the first cathedral
(Alleluia)
(Alleluia)
People raise their heads
Where the architects
Launch the bell towers
And in the lower town
The gangsters, the girls
Count their sins
In this year of grace
The year one thousand three hundred
He who looks at us
He will be happy
We have never gotten so close to the stars
That one day building his first cathedral
(Alleluia)
(Alleluia)
The bishop's crosier
Hit twice
The door with the golden nails
And we sing in front
Barefoot, we follow
The bourgeois first
On its knees, the city
This is your heart
Faith delivers you
In this clamor
We have never gotten so close to the stars
That one day building the first cathedral
(Alleluia)
(Hallelujah, Hallelujah)
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