Lola (La légende du pays aux oiseaux)

{Spoken}
Lola
Or the legend of the bird country

When she's bored in her attic
Lola comes to listen
To the murmur of the chatty fountains
Through the meadows and the dew

They tell her the legend
Of the bird country
And to hear it better
Lola leans in the shadow of the reeds

It's the fabulous story
Where thousands of birds
From a miraculous island
Take off scattered
Dispersed

And they carry in the wind in the wake
Of their wandering wings
Millions of feathers in a cloud
Of caresses... of loving caresses

At the foot of a rock Lola lies down
Dazzled near the water
To hear again in the song of the sources
The murmur of the streams

[That travel through plains and moors
From palaces to castles
To whisper to her softly the legend
Of the bird country]

And on her dazzling dress
In this enchanted garden
Trembling Lola falls asleep
In the freshness of an alley
Fragrant

And intoxicated by the smell of ferns
She dreams of the one
Who will turn the aviaries for her
Into kisses
Into kisses for life