In the French realm

[Intro] (humming softly with a hint of accordion) (ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-daa) (ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-daa) [Verse 1] In the French realm, on an alien planet, (sigh) I’m destined to study at the university. (turn of a page) Oh, how I pine, beyond what words can capture. (sombre tone) Bid farewell with bitter tears, my cherished friends. (whisper of wind) [Chorus] We shake hands at parting, (clasp of hands) Leaving our father's house, a martyr to science. (solemn bell) I stand here, holding an oar, about to set sail, (splash of water) My poor heart crushed by grief and sorrow. (heart beating) [Verse 2] Recall the times, many winters and years, (rustle of leaves) Together preserving a holy vow of loyalty and honour. (clink of a medal) Be lively and healthy forever, I believe, (cheers) One day, the time will come when we shall meet again. (echo) [Bridge] If I don’t perish from my Latin overseas, (chuckle) Or Romans and Greeks don’t madden me with their volumes, (flip of pages) If the professors don’t torture this wretched scholar to death, (chalk on board) Or if I don’t die from a merry binge, I'll surely return. (clinking glasses) [Verse 3] Here I am, holding the oar, soon to depart, (current of water) My heart weighed down by melancholy and pain. (deep breath) The water whispers quietly, a blue ribbon flowing, (flow of water) Remember sometimes your student, far away. (distant bell) [Outro] As I leave, remember me, think of the student now gone, (fading footsteps) Who promises to return, if not lost to the pages of history. (soft echo)