sainte jeanne

In the year of grace 1412 In the village of Don Rémi Divine instant where nothing moves Un être au cœur pur naquit is a good thing. In a family of pious peasants High in love and faith What a noble destiny this child had. Who all young heard des voix We are in the middle of a hundred-year war. Le pays a besoin d'un roi is a country that needs a king. You must fight to drive out the occupier. These were the orders that Saint Michel dictated to him. Accompanied by six men d'armes She's going to join the Dauphin. With all the crowd and the faith she embodies The young girl without a convent. Elle est Jeanne, our Jeanne Sainte Jeanne, Jeanne d'Arc, the daughter of the King of France Un étendard fièrement porté (Un flag is carried high) With his armor of a soldier Unfavourable to the Commission For all these men for this fight In this morning calm she advances Pour dégager le siège d'Orléans The French army is about to attack Other, of a width of <= 30 cm The result was for her triumphant A little later she finds herself The king's son, the crowned king In the cathedral what she feels Ne peut être que honneur et fierté I can only be proud and proud Son étendard had known the pain It was only right that he be honored She was always sure. The hand of God had guided her The Church of Notre Jeanne, the Church of Sainte Jeanne, the Church of Jeanne d'Arc The Jealousy and the Plots Have I for her the last word Captured and sold to the enemy She was judged as outlawed. On a place repeat a bocher What a sad end, too short an epic It's a martyr that she disappeared But it's a saint that we salute Since always there are beings Giving their lives for an idea On the jealousy, on the mistreatment Eternal laws of humanity But their example cannot be erased They are alive in our thoughts Héros disparus, you are still here We continue the same fight Jeanne, our Jeanne, Sainte Jeanne, Jeanne, Sainte Jeanne, Jeanne of Arc, who is this?