“He died before the night was through
Without farewell, or I love you
My father, my father.
The sky in Nantes
Rips my heart with grief.”

— Barbara (singer)

Mais il mourut à la nuit même
Sans un adieu, sans un je t'aime
Mon père, mon père
le ciel de Nantes
Rend mon coeur chagrin.

Nantes.
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