L’Enterrement de Cornélius (version de 1974) traducción al Inglés

There were 200 of us at Cornelius' funeral
Not one was missing, some of Cornelius' old friends
Dressed in white for the funeral of Cornelius
The sun was shining, a lovely month of May for Cornelius

At the edge of the sidewalk a bunch of chatterboxes
Had gathered to see
And it was the milkman who lent
His cart to take it away

Lying next to him we had put on his saxophone
The widow was crying
The kids were chewing
Bubble gum

To place it on the cart
Where his place awaited him
The friends loaded him on their backs
Like a double bass

It is at this moment that the instruments
They started to play
To play along the way
All the refrains of the deceased

So we set off on the path
Full of stones, holes, full of sorrow
Who led to the cemetery
Oh-oh, to the cemetery

The parade grew endlessly
Children, attracted by music
And the old men who could no longer do anything
Watched the deceased pass

Lips parched by dust
We stopped to drink, on the way up
We finally arrived at the cemetery
The cart was waiting for us there

When we put Cornelius in the ground
His saxophone shone close to him
And the pastor then silenced us
Singing his De Profondis
Singing his De Profondis

And we set off again on the path
Full of stones, holes, full of sorrow
Who was returning from the cemetery
Oh-oh, from the cemetery

The widow who could no longer walk
Came back down on the milkman's cart
And we continued to play
And drink without stopping

We drank, we drank all night
In the house of the sleeping widow
So much so that at dawn
Cornelius, for us, was no longer dead
Cornelius, for us, was no longer dead

There were 200 of us at Cornelius' funeral
Not one was missing, some of Cornelius' old friends
Oh, what a beautiful funeral the funeral of Cornelius is
When I leave the earth, I want to be buried like Cornelius