When hours have fallen like death knells,
At night when it's icy,
Or when the snow has piled up?
At the Chapel,
We're cold, from top to bottom,
Because we have neither socks nor stockings;
We don't sweat in the flannel,
At the Chapel,
We're fine to pay for shoes,
We still have chilly feet,
Because the shoes don't have soles,
At the Chapel,
In the time, under the shelter, every evening,
We lit three large heaters,
To prevent the people from freezing,
At the Chapel,
So we didn't care about the cold!
Down there we felt like we were at home,
The gas served as a candle,
In the Chapel,
br/>But the neighborhood was becoming too rupin,
All the penniless, all the breadless
All were slumped, even those from Grenelle,
At the Chapel,
br/>And that's why the following winter,
All we could have done was wind,
And the wind is not warm, when I'm cold the,
At the Chapel,
Also, now that we have run out of fire,
We can't get warm anymore, we grumble a little,
I' It's less cold at La Nouvelle,
Than at La Chapelle.