Salade de Fruits

Your mom gave you the name
Fruit salad, ah! what a pretty name
In the name of your Hawaiian ancestors
It must be recognized that you wear it well

Fruit salad, pretty, pretty, pretty
You please my dad, you please my mom
Fruit salad, pretty, pretty, pretty
Sooner or later we'll have to
Get married

Hanging in the hut by the water
There are pineapples, there are coconuts
I've already tasted them, I don't want them anymore
The fruit of your mouth would be welcome

I'll dive naked into the ocean
To bring you back silver fish
With luminous seashells
But on the other hand, you know what I want

We each gave with all our heart
The best of ourselves
In the depths of my hut by the water
The swaying palm tree is a little cradle

Fruit salad, pretty, pretty, pretty
You please your dad, you please your mom
Fruit salad, pretty, pretty, pretty
You are the fruit of our love!
Hello little one!