Clair de Lune [English translation]

Your soul is a well-chosen landscape

Where roam charming masks and bergamasques*

Playing the lute and dancing and seeming almost

Sad under their whimsical disguises.

While singing in a minor key

Of victorious love and good life

They don't seem to believe in their own happiness

And their song mingles with the moonlight,

With the sad and beautiful moonlight,

That makes the birds in the trees dream

And sob with ecstasy the water streams,

The tall slim water streams among the marbles.