Quand les cloches du soir, dans leur lente volée
Feront descendre l'heure au fond de la vallée,
Quand tu n'auras d'amis ni d'amours près de toi,
Pense à moi ! Pense à moi !
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Quand les cloches du soir, qui bourdonne et qui pleure,
Ira parler de mort au seuil de ta demeure,
Songe qu'il reste encore une âme près de toi:
Pense à moi ! pense à moi !
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,5 of the original text.
First published in the revue Le Kaléidoscope, June 1829.
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When the evening bells, in their slow flight
bring down the hours at the bottom of the Valley,
If you have no friends or loved ones close to you,
think of me! Think of me!
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