Translation of the song lyrics Quand Il Est Mort Le Poète - Gilbert Bécaud

Quand Il Est Mort Le Poète (original)

Quand il est mort le poète,
Quand il est mort le poète,
Tous ses amis,
Tous ses amis,
Tous ses amis pleuraient.
Quand il est mort le po
ète,
Quand il est mort le poète,
Le monde entier,
Le monde entier,
Le monde entier pleurait.
On enterra son étoile,
On enterra son étoile,
Dans un grand champ,
Dans un grand champ,
Dans un grand champ de blé.
Et c’est pour ça que l’on trouve,
Et c’est pour ça que l’on trouve,
Dans ce grand champ,
Dans ce grand champ,
Dans ce grand champ de bleuets.

Quand Il Est Mort Le Poète (translation)

When he died the poet,
When he died the poet,
All his friends,
All his friends,
All his friends were crying.
When he died the po
summer,
When he died the poet,
The whole world,
The whole world,
The whole world was crying.
We buried his star,
We buried his star,
In a large field,
In a large field,
In a large wheat field.
And that is why we find
And that is why we find
In this great field,
In this great field,
In this big field of blueberries.