Femme comme chacune [English translation]

I would like to seize in my hands

All the perfumes that mingle,

All the echoes that repond

And that will no longer exist tomorrow

I would like to press to my mouth

The intoxicating humidity of the night

At which I smile without seeing it

The breeze that passes and touches me

To hold in my arms, the night

Lazy and voluptuous,

The night conspiring and whispering

That pursues and seduces me

With its eyes of moonlight,

Where I see dreams passing

And human desire crowding ...

The night, a woman like any other.

To know where the wind goes to bed

And set out to go and surprise it

In some valley of tender grasses

Where the mosses make a couch.

Ah! To see the color of silence

If it is as deep as it is large;

To see the subdued tones it takes

With its many nuances.

To hold in my arms, the night

Lazy and voluptuous,

The night, conspiring and whispering

That pursues and seduces me

With its eyes of moonlight,

Where I see dreams passing

And human desire crowding ...

The night, a woman like any other

The night, a woman like any other