La chanson d'Orphée [English translation]

Morning, make the Sun rise

Morning, at the instant of the revival

Come tenderly to pose

Your droplets of dew

Upon the nature of the flowers

Dear to my heart

The sky chose my country

To create a new paradise

Where far from suffering

Eternal spring dances

For the lovers

Sing sing my heart

The song of morning

In the joy of life which returns

Morning, make the Sun rise

Morning, at the instant of the revival

Insert in the beating heart

Of that which I await

A sweet ray of love

Beautiful like the day

So that your first sigh

Answers my first desire

Yes, the hour has come

When that lost kiss

Does not return any longer . . .

Yes, the hour has come

When that lost kiss

Does not return any longer.

Sing sing my heart

The song of the morning

In the joy of the life that returns