I veneered my oak like a bastard
My friend the oak, my alter ego
We were the same wood, a little rustic, a little raw
br/>Of which we make anything, except of course flutes
I now have ash trees, Judas trees
All of good seed, of high forest
But you, you miss the call, my old country branch
My only Christmas tree, my pole of plenty
Auprà From my tree I lived happily
I should never have moved away from my tree
Next to my tree I lived happily
I should never have taken my eyes off him
I'm a poor guy, I would have more joy
I threw away my pipe, my old wooden pipe
br/>What had smoked without getting angry, without ever burning my lip
The tobacco of the mad cow in her good old pipe head
I have foam pipes decorated with florets
One of those pipes that you smoke while raising your forehead
But I will no longer find my faith, in my heart nor on my lip
The taste of my old wooden pipe, sacred name of a pipe
With my tree I lived happily
I should never have moved away from my tree
Next to my tree I lived happily
I would never have had to take my eyes off him
The nickname infamous fits me like a glove
I left my wife with him
Because for so long years it wasn't a breeze
Seeing him with his nose in the middle of his face all the time
I'm leaving the countryside for more To find the
New companion worthy of this one
Who, of course, left far too many stones in the lenses
But hung from my neck when I was losing my marbles
Next to my tree I lived happily
I should never have moved away from my tree
Next From my tree I lived happily
I should never have taken my eyes off it
I had an attic for all accommodation
With cracks in the firmament
I knew it by heart since then and for a kiss the race
I took my daughters-in-law for a ride on the Big Dipper
I live in an attic, it can now
Falling halberds, I don't care but
But if someone ascends to heaven, less than me I pay plums there
Y at one hundred and seven years old which says better, that I have not seen the moon
Next to my tree I lived happily
I should never have moved away from my tree
Next to my tree I lived happily
I should never have taken my eyes off it

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