Fontenay-aux-Roses [English translation]

You are so pretty

When you walk at night

By my street

Wearing perfume and flowers

With a black ribbon

All dressed in blue.

When I see you passing by

Sometimes I imagine

Foolish things

Secret rendez-vous

At the back of a cold garden

Murmured promises.

At night in your bed

I dream of you naked

A novel in hand

Monsieur Audiberti

Tells about an unknown one

But you are already away.

Your dreams tonight,

What are they about

The sun was so hot (soleil sounds like sommeil (sleep) so "The sleep was so heavy")

Tomorrow is Saturday

I will watch out, feverish,

For you, leaving your lecture.

Sunday will be gray,

I will not see you,

Not before Monday evening.

Where are you going to be

Who will be holding your arm

What are you going to be told.

I think I have

To confess to you

Little ones, listen to me

It is the first time

That I fall in love

With a whole boarding school.