Over the pool | Over the pool she leant

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by Armand Silvestre (1837 - 1901)

Translation © by Peter Low

Sur la source

(Sung text for setting by J. Massenet)

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Language: French (Français)

Our translations: ENG

Sur la source elle se pencha;
La source doubla son image,
Et ce fut un charmant mirage,
Qu'un peu de vent effaroucha.

Sous les grands bois elle chanta :
L'oiseau doubla son chant sauvage,
Et ce fut un charmant ramage,
Que le vent lointain emporta.

Quand j'effleurai son doux visage,
Sa bouche ma bouche doubla...
Le vent peut balayer la plage,
Mignonne, que me fait l'orage ?
-- Ton baiser reste toujours là !

Composition:

Jules Massenet

Poème d'avril

German (Deutsch)

Text Authorship:

by Armand Silvestre (1837 - 1901), no title, appears in Poésies 1861-1874, in 1. Les amours, in 2. Vers pour être chantés, in Myrto, no. 2

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ENG English (Peter Low) , "Over the pool", copyright © 2002, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Over the pool

(Sung text translation for setting by J. Massenet)

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Language: English after the French (Français)

Over the pool she leant;
the pool mirrored her form -
it was a charming mirage,
which a gust of wind scared away.

Under the tall trees she sang;
a bird echoed her wild song -
it was a charming warbling,
which the wind carried off into the distance.

When I stroked her sweet face,
her mouth mimicked my mouth.
- Oh the wind may sweep the beach, darling,
but what do I care about the storm?
Your kiss stays for ever!

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a text in French (Français) by Armand Silvestre (1837 - 1901), no title, appears in Poésies 1861-1874, in 1. Les amours, in 2. Vers pour être chantés, in Myrto, no. 2
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 79