Au bal de la chance [English translation]

The height of the grass

The water runs and makes its rounds

The superb sky

Dazzles the surroundings

The grand sun is playing catch

With the flowering apple trees

The ball, before the running water

Chants the melodies of Paris

Dance, dance at this party of chance

Dance, dance, my daydreams...

The parasols on the riverbanks, gesturing gently,

Signal a kind of reverence

The regulars

While a girl dances

In a sailor's arms

The sky is reckless

But this love is not the last...

Dance, dance at this party of chance

Dance up to the springtime sky...

The wind, turning the leaves of the trees

With the song of the larks, makes a bouquet

But it hardly hears anything

But the words of this boy

Words of love so vulgar

They make the larks laugh in the sky

Dance, dance at this party of chance,

Dance, dance with my song

I still think of that day last year

On my shoulder, my dream is held prisoner

It has neither tail nor head

However, I have a soft spot

For sailors on leave

Love is always renewing

Dance, dance, at this party of chance,

Dance, dance, my bird of a heart