Le froid envahit sa pauvre ãme, Quand sa tombe se referme sur lui, La sculpture aux regards infãmes, Ferme les yeux, saluant minuit. Aujourd'hui est mort le paradis, Dans ce cimetière triste et si brumeux, Sous le pãle visage de Marie, En écoutant ce chant miséricordieux. (Translation) (Funeral) Coldness overcomes his poor soul When his tomb shuts on him The sculpture with vile glance Close its eyes, greeting midnight Today Paradise died In that sad and misty graveyard Under the pale face of Marie Listening to that merciful hymn. (Translated from french by Pandora)