La strasbourgeoise

Dancing the Strasbourg girl
Villagers, villagers,
Fine bourgeois and little bourgeois
Have their hearts filled with joy

The little children wiggle their feet
They stomp, stomp to the beat, stomp, stomp their heels
The grandparents would like to do the same
But by following the movement, inevitably slow

The young men and young ladies
Excited by the fiddles
Will dance under the arbor
A little further away

In the shade of the lime trees
Ah, the long kisses that are picked
Without seeing, in a dark corner
The mischievous look of an elder

The music is magical
It captivates the Alsatian
Who takes the heart of an Alsatian
And puts it close to his

Many hearts beat to the sound of violins
And stomp, stomp to the beat, stomp, stomp in unison
To mark the first beat of a love story
That will certainly last a very long time, time

While filling his clay pipe
A grandfather, with a mischievous eye
Says "The year will be prosperous
With little Alsatians"

And from Ballon to the depths of the valleys
We stomp, stomp to the beat, stomp, stomp the drone
To celebrate the loving season
That brings together girls and boys in abundance
Bam bam bam bam