Rose, let's go; here's the dawn:
Leave the soft pillows.
Do you hear the sonorous bell
Tolling the hour of rendezvous?
Let's seek out, far from the city's noise,
A safe asylum for our happiness.

Come to the fields where flow happy days;
The fields also have their loves!

Come to the fields to walk on the grass;
Offer an arm to your lover;
Let's get close to nature
In order to love more tenderly.
The flock, awakened by birdsong,
Calls to us from under the leaves.

Come to the fields where flow happy days;
The fields also have their loves!

Let's go visit the beaches
That you may think are far away.
I'll see under the thick shadows
That your steps become uncertain.
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Rose, let's hide from the envious
The sweet secret of our life.

Come to the fields where flow happy days;
The fields also have their loves!