Souvenance
Language: French (Français)
Combien j'ai douce souvenance
Du joli lieu de ma naissance!
Ma soeur, qu'ils étaient beaux les jours
De France!
O mon pays, sois mes amours
Toujours!
Te souvient-il que notre mère
Au foyer de notre chaumière
Nous pressait sur son coeur joyeux,
Ma chère,
Et nous baisions ses blancs cheveux
Tous deux?
Ma soeur, te souvient-il encore
Du château que baignait la Dore,
Et de cette tant vieille tour
Du Maure,
Où l'airain sonnait le retour
Du jour?
Te souvient-il du lac tranquille
Qu'effleurait l'hirondelle agile,
Du vent qui courbait le roseau
Mobile,
Et du soleil couchant sur l'eau
Si beau?
Oh! qui me rendra mon Hélène,
Et ma montagne, et le grand chêne?
Leur souvenir fait tous les jours
Ma peine!
Mon pays sera mes amours
Toujours!
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Remembrance
Language: English after the French (Français)
How sweet is the remembrance
of our beautiful birthplace.
My sister, they were beautiful, those days
in France!
O my country, be my beloved
always!
Do you remember our mother
at the heart of our cottage,
pressing us near to her joyful heart,
my dearest,
and when we two kissed
her white hair?
My sister, do you remember
the castle that was bathed by the Dore,
and the old tower,
“The Moor”
where the brass sounded the return
of the day?
Do you remember the tranquil lake
skimmed by the agile swallow,
the wind that bent
the reeds,
and the sun setting beautifully
on the water?
Oh! Who will bring me back my Helen
and my mountain, and the great oak!
Their remembrance makes every day
painful.
My country will always be my beloved,
always!
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