At my last meal
I want to see my brothers
And my dogs and my cats
And the seaside
At my last meal
I want to see my neighbors
And then some Chinese
As cousins
And I want us to drink there
In addition to the sacramental wine
This wine if pretty
What we drank in Arbois
I want us to eat there
After a few cassocks
A hen pheasant
Coming from Périgord
Then I want to be taken
To the top of my hill
See the trees sleeping
Closing their arms
And then I want again
Throwing stones at the sky
Crying out God is dead
One last time
At my last meal
I want to see my donkey
My chickens and my geese
My cows and my women
At my last meal
I want to see these funny girls
Including I was master and king
Or who were my mistresses
When I have in my belly
Enough to drown the earth
I will break my glass
To silence
And I will sing at the top of my lungs
To the death that advances
The bawdy romances
That scare the nuns
br/>Then I want to be taken
To the top of my hill
See the evening moving along
Slowly towards the plain
And there standing again
I will insult the bourgeois
Without fear and without remorse
One last time
After my last meal
I want let's go
Let's finish feasting
Somewhere other than under my roof
After my last meal
I want to be seated
Sitting alone like a king
Welcoming his vestal virgins
In my pipe I will burn
My childhood memories
My unfinished dreams s
My remains of hope
And I will only keep
To dress my soul
Only the idea of u200bu200ba rosebush
And only a woman's name
Then I will look
The top of my hill
Who dances who can be guessed
Who ends up sinking
And in the smell of flowers
Which will soon fade away
I know I will be afraid
One last time

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