Folie [English translation]

I do not say her name

but you know it:

the sun shines less

than her hair of pure gold.

Her languid eyes

the twilight they trouble,

pouring into my heart

anguished dreams.

I do not say her name,

but you, you know it.

I only dream of her, her, her,

she obsesses me, I'm crazy about her,

but the pleasure of cruelty,

is to see me at her knees;

and her voice is music so beautiful,

at times, her words are so sweet,

that I run every time she calls.

Oh! I'm, I'm crazy about her.

I do not say her name,

but you know it well:

it's the most charming

of all reigning in our soul,

it's the eternal demon,

it's the eternal woman,

it's Eve, it's Thaïs,

it's Carmen, it's Manon.

I do not say her name,

but you, you know it.

I only dream of her, her, her,

she obsesses me, I'm crazy about her,

but the pleasure of cruelty,

is to see me at her knees;

and her voice is music so beautiful,

at times, her words are so sweet,

that I run every time she calls.

Oh! I'm, I'm crazy about her.