Noces d'Argent
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| Connaissez-vous la
fleur enchanteresse Au doux parfum, à la vierge beauté? Son sort... est de languir, et sans retour. La douce fleur s'appelle la Jeunesse! Mais elle ne meurt pas, Une XXX fée a pris sa tige frêle en sa pitié, A nom l'Amour! Nous vous cueillons vivants Nous vous cueillons vivants Au front de nos enfants! |
Do you know the
enchanting flower With a soft perfume, a virgin beauty? Its fate ... is to languish, and has no return. This sweet flower is named Youth! But it never dies A fairy has taken its fragile stem in its pity With a sigh she has revived it. This kind character is named Love, Is named Love! Hail to you, Beautiful days of Our youth loves! You resuscitate, in our memory, And, as you cannot die, We take you alive, We take you alive In the eyes of our children! |
