Language: French (Français)
Our translations: CAT ENG ENG
Adieu Suzon, ma rose blonde,
Qui fut à moi pendant huit jours ;
Les plus courts plaisirs de ce monde
Souvent font les meilleurs amours.
Sais-je, au moment où je te quitte,
Où m'entraîne mon astre errant ?
Je m'en vais pourtant, ma petite,
Bien loin, bien vite,
Toujours courant.
Je pars, et sur ta lèvre ardente
Brûle encor mon dernier baiser.
Entre mes bras, chère imprudente,
Ton beau front vient se reposer.
Sens-tu mon coeur, comme il palpite ?
Le tien, comme il battait gaiement !
Je m'en vais pourtant, ma petite,
Bien loin, bien vite,
Toujours t'aimant.
...
Que de tristesse, et que de charmes,
Tendre enfant, dans tes doux adieux !
Tout m'enivre, jusqu'à tes larmes,
Lorsque ton cœur est dans tes yeux,
A vivre ton regard m'invite ;
Il me consolerait mourant.
Je m'en vais pourtant, ma petite,
Bien loin, bien vite,
Tout en pleurant.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2,4 of the original text.
First published in La Revue de Paris, May 1852.
Composition:
Set to music by Francesco Paolo Tosti (1846 - 1916), "Suzon", 1892, stanzas 1-2,4 [ high voice and piano ]
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Peter Low) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Qi Feng Wu) , copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 45
Word count: 233
Language: English after the French (Français)
Farewell Susan, my strawberry blonde,
Who was mine for eight days;
The shortest pleasures of this world
Often make the best loves.
Do I know, as I leave you,
Where my wandering star is leading me?
Yet I'm going away, my little one,
Very far and very quickly,
Always running.
I leave, and on your passionate lips
Still burns my last kiss.
In my arms, careless darling,
Your beautiful face comes to rest.
Do you feel my heart, how it throbs?
Yours, how merrily it beats!
Yet I'm going away, my little one,
Very far and very quickly,
Still loving you.
...
What sadness, and what charms,
Tender child, in your sweet farewells!
Everything intoxicates me, even your tears,
When your heart is in your eyes,
Your glance invites me to live;
It would comfort me while dying.
Yet I'm going away, my little one,
Very far and very quickly,
While crying.
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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2,4 of the original text.
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