Two lovers strolled along in the month of May
under a sun as light as a sprig of lily of the valley.
And the birds in the sky flapping their wings
did a dance celebrating their love.
And the sun on high said "Ah! My heart!"
The farandole of birds sang "Ah! My heart!"
The lovers in an echo cried out "Ah! My heart!"
And the entire world broke out in happiness.
The day cascaded onto them, the flowers opened for them.
The trees leaned down to take a closer look.
A little dance began to shine in the night—
so they ran with all their might.
And the sun on high said "Ah! My heart!"
The farandole of birds sang "Ah! My heart!"
The lovers in an echo cried out "Ah! My heart!"
And the entire world broke out in happiness.
Lovers danced all around in the month of May
in the hollow of an arbor under the lanterns of the sky.
Never would we have believed that we needed nothing more
to start in this way an entire lifetime.
The lovers, it was me—it was!
Ah! My heart!
The lovers, it was me—it was!
Ah! My heart!
The lovers, it was us—it was!
Ah! My heart!
It was the two of us in the midst of happiness.
Ah! Ah! Ah! My heart!