Rose, let's go; here's the dawn:
Leave [the]1 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]2 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.
[ Desire seeks a bed of moss.
The world is far away, the grass is so sweet.

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

It's done. Goodbye, vain spectacles!
Goodbye, Paris where I am too much myself, ]3
Where the Fine Arts work miracles,
Where intimacy [can be found] no longer! 
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!