La jolie Sardane

How pretty is the Sardane
That we dance hand in hand
In the land of green plane trees
From the land of the north winds
Young girls and young men love it
And even the old with their canes
Pound it on the stones of the path
Tonight, how many little loves
Will blossom in the hearts of twenty-year-olds
They know the Sardane
They danced it when they were kids
How many will lose their minds
For you, Sardane from the Catalan country
Friends, it's a party in Collioure
We've decorated the old port
And in front of the sea that surrounds it
Here is the eternal golden bell tower
On the pebbles, green and pink
The boats with tender colors
Begin the metamorphosis
Of their sails turned into flowers
And under the wandering moon
The Sardane forms its circle
How pretty is the Sardane
That we dance hand in hand
From the land of the north winds
It flies to neighboring lands
Tonight, how many little loves
Will blossom in the hearts of twenty-year-olds
How many will lose their minds
For you, Sardane from the Catalan country
For you, Sardane from the Catalan country.