Au Clair de La Lune

By the light of the moon
My friend Pierrot
Lend me your pen
To write a word
My candle is out
I have no more fire
Open your door
For the love of God

By the light of the moon
Pierrot replied
"I have no pen
I am in my bed
Go to the neighbor's
I think she's there
Because in her kitchen
They're striking a light

By the light of the moon
The kind Lubin
Knocks at the brunette's
She suddenly answers
Who knocks like that?
He says in turn
Open the door for me
For the love of God

By the light of the moon
You can barely see
They searched for the pen
They searched for the fire
In searching this way
I don't know what they found
But I know that the door
Closed on them

By the light of the moon
Pierrot falls asleep
He dreams of the moon
His heart beats fast
For always so kind
To the pure child
The moon will give
Its silver crescent