The sky is bright and the air is sweet,
Everything laughs, everything chatters around us;
You alone, you alone, o my poor little bird
You alone languish sad and mute.

The springtime which brings everything back to life
Of our mountains makes green the peaks;
Of the morning breeze
A perfume of love breathes out
To the fields, in the secrecy of the woods,
Everything that lives says at once
The word, the word that the night says to the day.
The charming word, the word of love
Ah! Seated far from her flock,
And following it with the eye of a dreamer,
Chloe does not know what fire, what new fire
Suddenly lights itself within her heart
But you, one cannot charm.
You flee the sweet pleasure of loving.
Him whose pains you pity
Moans, captive behind bars,
Goodbye! Goodbye! love and gaity
For him who has no liberty.