T his is the city that is full of joy and takes it easy and thinks it is safe. It says to itself, “I am, and there is no one else.” How it has become a waste, a resting place for animals! All who pass by will make fun of her and laugh at her shaking their hands.
Voilà donc cette ville joyeuse, Qui s'assied avec assurance, Et qui dit en son coeur: Moi, et rien que moi! Eh quoi! elle est en ruines, C'est un repaire pour les bêtes! Tous ceux qui passeront près d'elle Siffleront et agiteront la main.
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