Il est là, dans son sang / He is there in his blood

Il ne volera plus
Il ne sifflera plus
Il ne voyagera plus

Il est là,
dans son sang.

Il faudra le ramasser.
Il faudra l’emballer.
Il faudra l’enterrer.

Il est là,
dans son sang.

Pourrait-il encore se relever ?
Sera-t-il encore là, immobile, demain ?
Le vent l’aura-t-il emporté ?

Il est là, dans son sang.
Il a rendu son dernier battement.
Le coup de trop aura eu raison de lui.

Adieu, mon cœur.

He will fly no more
He will whistle no more
He will travel no more

He is here,
in his own blood.

He will have to be gathered.
He will have to be wrapped.
He will have to be buried.

He is here,
in his own blood.

Could he still rise again
Will he still be there, motionless, tomorrow
Will the wind have carried him away

He is here, in his own blood.
He has given his final beat.
The blow too many has taken him down.

Farewell, my heart.