Éducation sentimentale [English translation]

Tonight at dusk

We'll go, my dear

Seize promises

This wild flower

Of great consequences

In children hearts

For you, my princess,

I'll make braids out of it

And in your hair

These promises, my beauty,

will make you cruel

to your other lovers

Tomorrow at dawn

We'll go once again

wander in the fields

to seize promises

Flowers of tenderness

And of feeling

And up the hill

In the wild

You will lay

Into my arms, my dear,

Moonlit

You will offer yourself to me

At Twillight,

When the dragonfly

goes to sleep in the swamp

we will be forced, my neighbor,

to leave the hill

And quickly come back

Don't say a word, my dear,

Not even to the moon,

And I, in my part,

will go alone,

I will stay silent

I won't say a word

Tonight at dusk

We'll go, my dear

Seize promises

This wild flower

Of great consequences

In children hearts

For you, my princess,

I'll make braids out of it

And in your hair

These promises, my beauty,

will make you cruel

to your other lovers