Tulipan

Round, in the May sky,
like a Dutch cheese,
the moon rises on a journey
and its ray sends us
this landscape.
What a mirage!
What a dream! What a dream!

The windmill sleeps
under the silver moon.
The little Dutchman sleeps
in his tiny bed.
Everything lies,
all is silent.
What peace! What peace!

You hear the flowers talking among themselves.
The tulips talk among themselves,
tulips, tulips, tulip,
murmur in chorus, the tulips,
tulips, tulips, tulip.
You hear the delightful song
in the enchanting sigh.

The tulips talk of love,
tulips, tulips, tulip.
Delightful, to the heart
all my dreams will reach you.
And the wonderful tulips will speak of me,
tulips, tulips,
tulips, tulips, tulip.

The tulips talk among themselves,
tulips, tulips, tulip,
murmur in chorus, the tulips,
tulips, tulips, tulip.
Today you speak with the sound
that comes from the heart full of languor
in the enchantment of your dreams.
Oh, tender love!

The moon up there,
from the blue dome,
peeks down.
Hearing this song
its white face is confused,
and it seems, strangely,
to hear the Lescano sisters.

And the tulips sing, tulips, tulip.
Tulips, tulips, tulip.
In singing this song
the three Lescano sisters
will offer us
three tulips, tulips, tulip!