La lune blanche
Luit dans les bois;
De chaque branche
Part une voix
Sous la ramée...

Ô bien-aimée.
L'étang reflète,
Profond miroir,
La silhouette
Du saule noir
Où le vent pleure...

Rêvons, c'est l'heure,

Un vaste et tendre
Semble descendre
Du firmament
Que l'astre irise...

C'est l'heure exquise.

Lyrics submitted by EuropeanJazz

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    General Commentok.. I'm going to translate this to english, but my french isn't perfect, so there might be a mistake or two..

    'The white moon'

    The white moon,
    Shines in the trees;
    From every branch
    Parts a voice
    under the leaves...

    O Loved one,
    The pond reflects,
    A profound mirror.
    The silhouette,
    Of the dark willow
    Where the wind cries.

    Dream, it is the moment

    A vast and tender
    Seems to descend
    From the sky
    as the star glimmers

    That is the exquisite moment.
    EuropeanJazzon January 06, 2011   Link
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    General CommentThe original poem is by Paul Verlaine
    EuropeanJazzon January 06, 2011   Link

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