The chansonne of the avergnat
She is yours this song
You the Auvergnat who without
Gave you four pieces of wood
When in my life it was cold
You who gave me fire when
Crunchy and crunchy
All well-meaning people
Had locked my door to my nose
It was nothing but a wood fire
But he had heated my body
And in my soul it still burns
In the way of a bonfire