Lyrics of Au Travers Des Lauriers - Dernière Volonté

Au Travers Des Lauriers (original)

Il s’en va t’en guerre, ne sait quand reviendra
Il reviendra a Paques ou a la Trinite
La Trinite se passe mais il ne revient pas
Elle, a sa tour monte, si haut qu’elle peut monter
Elle apercoit son page tout de noir habille
Beau page, o mon beau page, quelles nouvells apportez?
Elle apercoit son page tout de noir habille
Beau page, o mon beau page, quelles nouvells apportez?
Aux nouvelles que j’apporte, vos beaux yeux vont pleurer
Quittes vos habits roses et vos satins broches
Il est mort Madame, mort et enterre
J’l’ai vu porter en terre par quatre z’officiers
L’un tenait son grand sabre l’autre son bouclier
L’un tenait sa cuirasse l’autre son destrier
Alentour de sa tombe romarin l’on plantait
Sur la plus haute branche un rossignol chantait
On vit voler son ame au travers des lauriers
Chacun mit ventre a terre et puis se relevait
Pour chanter les victoires qu’il remportait,
La ceremonie faite, chacun s’en fut couche…

(translation)

He's going to war, don't know when will come back
He will return at Easter or at Trinity
The Trinity happens but he doesn't come back
She, her tower rises, so high she can climb
She sees her page dressed all in black
Beautiful page, o my beautiful page, what news bring?
She sees her page dressed all in black
Beautiful page, o my beautiful page, what news bring?
At the news I bring, your beautiful eyes will cry
Leave your pink clothes and your satin brooches
He's dead lady, dead and buried
I saw him carried to the ground by four z officers
One held his great saber the other his shield
One held his cuirass the other his steed
Around his grave rosemary was planted
On the highest branch a nightingale sang
You saw your soul fly through the laurels
Everyone got down and then got up
To sing of the victories he won,
The ceremony done, everyone went to bed...