Pour que ton rire pur, jeune, tendre et léger,
S'épanouisse en fleur sonore,
Il faut qu'avril verdisse aux pousses du verger,
Plus vertes d'aurore en aurore,
Il faut que l'air égal annonce le printemps
Et que la première hirondelle
Rase d'un vol aigu les roseaux de l'étang
Qui mire son retour fidèle !
Mais, quoique l'écho rie à ton rire avec toi,
Goutte à goutte et d'une eau lointaine,
N'entends-tu pas gémir et répondre à ta voix
La plainte faible des fontaines ?
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• R. Hahn
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In order for your pure laughter - young, tender, and light -
To open up sonorously, like a flower,
April must turn the orchard green with buds,
Growing more green from one dawn to the next;
The pleasant air must announce the spring,
And the first swallow,
In powerful flight, must skim the reeds of the pond
That reflects its loyal return!
But although the echo of your laughter laughs with you,
There is a dripping of far-off water...
Do you not hear moaning and responding to your voice
The faint lament of the fountains?
Available sung text translations: ← What is this?
• R. Hahn