Au Bal de la Chance

Along the grass
The water flows and makes circles
The superb sky
Dazzles the surroundings
The big sun is playing bowls
With the flowering apple trees
The ball, in front of the flowing water
Rehashing the tunes of Paris

Dance, dance at the lucky ball
Dance, dance my reverie

The parasols on the bank in slow movements
Bow down
The barges
While a girl dances
In the arms of a sailor
The sky is imprudent
But love is not the last

Dance, dance at the lucky ball
Dance, dance in the spring sky

The wind, turning in the leaves of the groves
With the song of the finches, makes bouquets
But she hardly listens
That the words of this boy
Such vulgar words of love
How the finches make the sky laugh

Dance, dance at the lucky ball
Dance, dance with my song

I still think about that day last year
On my shoulder, my dream is prisoner
It makes neither head nor tail
Yet, I have a very heavy heart
For sailors on a spree
Love flows like water

Dance, dance at the lucky ball
Dance, dance my bird heart