When your sky is gold in the morning light,
Your beaches are pink;
And the gossipy wind who lives in the distance
Becomes the ideal,
The wind from the sea who comes
To make the country of dreams,
The flowers of your strikes blossom 
under its long kiss.

Drinking the sunshine in all seasons
Your fertile earth carries 
the secret of beautiful songs
In its fair vineyard;
Your fruits have kept all the honey 
of flowers half-open.
Queen, with pride, you raise to the sky 
a thousand green palms.

City of joy and of beauty, 
living wonder,
It is in your softness and clarity 
that love awakens,
For in black eyes, bright of vigor, 
from the virgin you give
Floats always the languor 
like the holy Madonna.

O Nice the beautiful is it a flower 
in your bed?
Troubling in scent, pleasant in color 
and tender in mystery
Like the pale flower with exhausted juices 
by my greedy lips,
Where I drank the love in a thousand kisses,
Without which was empty?

To always lead to the noise of bells
Your beautiful madness,
You who remember that beyond the waves 
Italy sings!
For from all countries the joyous lovers
Go, like the bee, to gather pollen
From the flowers that offer themselves under the sky
From Nice to Marseille!

City of joy and of beauty,
Living wonder, 
o Nice the beautiful!