Au Bal de la Chance

Along the grass
The water flows and makes ripples
The sky is stunning
Dazzling the surroundings
The big sun plays with the flowers
With the blooming apple trees
The dance, by the flowing water
Repeats tunes from Paris

Dance, dance at the dance of luck
Dance, dance my daydream...

The umbrellas on the bank in slow gestures
Bow with a curtsy
To the boats
While a girl dances
In the arms of a boatman
The sky takes some chances
But love isn’t last in line...

Dance, dance at the dance of luck
Dance, dance in the spring sky...

The wind, swirling through the leaves of the groves
With the song of the finches, makes bouquets
But she hardly listens
To anything but this boy’s words
Words of love so vulgar
That they make the finches laugh in the sky

Dance, dance at the dance of luck
Dance, dance with my song...

I still think of that day from last year
On my shoulder, my dream is a prisoner
It makes no sense
Yet, my heart feels heavy
For the sailors on a spree
Love, it flows with the water

Dance, dance at the dance of luck
Dance, dance my bird-like heart...