by Louis Gallet (1835 - 1898)

L'air est embaumé
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG GER SPA
L'air est embaumé,
La nuit est sereine
Et mon âme est pleine
de pensers joyeux;
ô bien aimée,
Viens! ô bien aimée,
Voici l'instant de l'amour!

Dans les bois profonds,
où les fleurs s'endorment,
Où chantent les sources;
Vite enfuyons nous!
Vois, la lune est claire
et nous sourit dans le ciel...

Les yeux indiscrets ne sont plus à craindre.
Viens, ô bien aimée,
la nuit protège ton front rougissant!
La nuit est sereine, apaise mon cœur!
Viens! ô bien aimée,
La nuit est sereine, apaise mon cœur!...
c'est l'heure d'amour! c'est l'heure!

Dans le sombre azur,
Les blondes etoiles
Ecartent leurs voiles
pour te voir passer,
ô bien aimée!
Viens, ô bien aimée,
Voici l'instant de l'amour!
J'ai vu s'entr'ouvrir
ton rideau de gaze.
Tu m'entends, cruelle,
et tu ne viens pas!
Vois, la route est sombre
sous les rameaux enlacés!
 
Cueille en leur splendeur
Tes jeunes années,
Viens! car l'heure est brève,
Un jour effeuille les fleurs
du printemps!
La nuit est sereine, apaise mon cœur!
Viens! ô bien aimée,
La nuit est sereine, apaise mon cœur!...
c'est l'heure d'amour! c'est l'heure!

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Mónica Luz Alvarez Jiménez) , "Night of Spain", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Nathalie Senf) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Mónica Luz Alvarez Jiménez) , copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Night of Spain
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
The air is balmy,
The night is serene
And my soul is full
of joyful thoughts
O beloved,
Come! O beloved,
Here it is the moment of love!

In the deep woods,
where the flowers go to sleep,
Where the sources sing;
Quickly, we run away!
See, the moon is clear
and we smile under the sky ...

Prying eyes are no longer to be feared.
Come, O beloved,
the night protects your flushing forhead!
The night is serene, calm my heart!
Come! O beloved,
The night is serene, calm my heart! ...
it's time for love! it's the time!

In the dark (sad) blue,
The blonde stars
deviate their veils
to see you pass by,
O beloved!
Come, O beloved!
Here is the moment of love!
I saw about to open
your gauze curtain.
You understand me, cruel one!,
and you do not come,
you do not come!
See, the road is dark
under the entwined branches!
 
Pick in their splendor
Your younger years,
Come! because the time is short,
one day the spring flowers will fade.
The night is serene, calm my heart.
Come! O beloved,
The night is serene, calm my heart! ...
it's time for love! Come!, it's time for love!

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