Her er Jacques Brels udgave af Seasons in the Sun, Le Moribond. Der er en himmel til forskel på de to versioner. Man kan sagtens finde den alt for iørefaldende melodi i Brels version, men vi er langt fra Terry Jacks sentimentalitet. Hos Brel er det passionen, der brænder i hver eneste frasering. Brel styrer for vildt.

Her er en engelsk oversættelse af Brels sang:

The Dying Man

Goodbye, Emile, you were my good friend
Goodbye, Emile, you were my good friend, you know
We sang together of the same great wines
We sang together of the same great women
We sang together of our shared sorrows
Goodbye, Emile, I’m going to die
It’s difficult to die in the Spring, you know
But I’m going to the flowers with peace in my heart
Because I know that you are a good man, good as white bread
You’ll take care of my wife after I’m gone

(Chorus)
I want everyone to laugh
I want everyone to dance
I want everyone to party like a bunch of fools
I want everyone to laugh
I want everyone to dance
When they come to put me in my grave

Goodbye, Father Priest, I liked you well enough
Goodbye, Father Priest, I liked you well enough, you know
We weren’t always on the same side
We didn’t always take the same path
But we were both looking for Heaven just the same
Goodbye, Father Priest, I’m going to die
It’s hard to die in the Spring, you know
But I’m going to the flowers with peace in my heart
Because you were her Confessor
I know you’ll take care of my wife when I’m gone
(Chorus)

Goodbye, Tony, I didn’t like you too much
Goodbye, Tony, I didn’t like you too much, you know
It’s killing me to be dying today
While you are so vigorous and full of life
And stronger even than boredom itself
Goodbye, Tony, I’m going to die
It’s hard to die in the Spring, you know
But I’m going to the flowers with peace in my heart
Because you were her Lover
I know you’ll take care of my wife when I’m gone
(Chorus)

Goodbye, my wife, I love you still
Goodbye, my wife, I love you still, you know
But I’m taking that trip to see the Good Lord today
I’m taking the trip before you do
But we all take that trip when we must
Goodbye, my wife, I’m going to die
It’s hard to die in the Spring, you know
But I’m going to the flowers with my eyes closed, once more
And because I closed them so many times before
I know you’ll take good care of my heart
(Chorus)

Le Moribond