The dance, throughout the blazing park
Throws its multicolored fires,
The trees are aflame, lit up,
And the sonorous roars

Of the wild, nostalgic negros,
Nervous tangos sharp brass,
Smother the gentle rustling
Of the satin [shoes] trampling the grass.

So many exhausted smiles,
In the shadow of the complicit stands of trees,
After being surprised by kisses, consent
And disappear...

A saxophone, sobbing
Long and very tender laments,
Rocks in its breathless rhythm,
Stirring furtive embraces.

Passerby, pick up this handkerchief,
Fallen from a warm breast tonight,
And which is hidden beneath the ivy; 
Two red lips signed it,

In rouge, in their fresh design,
It will deliver to you, as secrets,
The scent of a bare breast
And the mouth of an unknown woman.