Je Crois Entendre Encore
Georges Bizet
I Believe I Still Hear
I believe I still hear
Hidden under the palm trees
His tender and resonant voice
Like the song of wood pigeons
Oh, enchanting night
Divine delight
Oh, charming memory
Mad intoxication, sweet dream!
In the light of the stars
I still believe I see her
Parting her long veils
In the warm evening winds
Oh, enchanting night
Divine delight
Oh, charming memory
Mad intoxication, sweet dream!
Charming memory!
Charming memory!
