Flowers Unfurled | To love each other, what's the point, alas!

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by Jules Le Roy (b. 1869), as Catulle Blée

Translation © by Grant Hicks

Fleurs décloses

Language: French (Français)

Our translations: ENG

Nous aimer, à quoi bon, hélas !
avant que s'en vienne l'automne,
va, nos pauvres cœurs seront las,
car l'amour est si monotone...
Ne nous aimons pas, nous verrons 
nos larmes et nos peines bien vite effacées...
L'hiver viendra, nous oublierons 
fleurs décloses, amours passées...

Text Authorship:

by Jules Le Roy (b. 1869), as Catulle Blée [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Florent Schmitt (1870 - 1958), "Fleurs décloses", op. 45 no. 3 (1912), published 1912 [ voice and piano ], from 4 Lieds, no. 3, Paris, Éd. S. Chapelier [sung text checked 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Grant Hicks) , "Flowers Unfurled", copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this page: Grant Hicks [Guest Editor] , Andrew Schneider [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2009-12-10
Line count: 8
Word count: 44

Flowers Unfurled

Language: English after the French (Français)

To love each other, what's the point, alas!
Before Autumn can get here,
you know, our poor hearts will be weary,
for love is so monotonous...
If we don't love each other, we'll soon see
our tears and our troubles wiped away...
Winter will come, and we'll forget 
flowers unfurled, loves gone by...

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a text in French (Français) by Jules Le Roy (b. 1869), as Catulle Blée
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This text was added to the website: 2025-09-30
Line count: 8
Word count: 53