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Toby Spence sings Jacques Brel with the Scottish Ensemble. This is a performance of 'Fernand' in the Old Fruitmarket, Glasgow, on the 13th February 2010.

English Translation:

To think that Fernand is dead
To think that he died, Fernand
To think that I'm alone behind
To think that he's alone ahead
He in his last coffin (also means beer)
And I in my fog
He in his hearse
And I in my desert

At the front there's only a white horse
Behind there's only me crying
To think that there's not even any wind
To shake my flowers
If I were our Sweet Lord
I think I'd feel remorseful
To think that now it's raining
To think that Fernand is dead

To think that we're moving across Paris
At the crack of dawn
And that it looks like Berlin
You you you don't know that
Your sleeping
But it's as sad as death
To be forced to leave
When Paris is still asleep
I'm dying
to wake people up
I'd make up a family of yours
Just for your funeral
Also if I were our Sweet Lord
I think I wouldn't be proud
I know one tries one's best
But this just isn't well done

You know I'll be back
I'll be back often
In this fucking field
Where you have to rest
In the summer I'll bring you shade
We shall drink silence
To Constance's health
Though she doesn't care about
your shadow
And then the others are such morons
That they're sure to cook up a war
Then I'll come for good
To sleep in your graveyard
And now Sweet Lord
You're gonna have a good laugh
And now Sweet Lord
Now I'm going to cry