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Dansons, dansons, ô jeunes filles ; Du pied touchons à peine au sol ! Les gais accords de nos quadrilles D'un souffle enlèvent notre vol. Plus rapides que les gazelles Nous courons devant le souci, Nous avons ailes, fleurs et dentelles, Oui, mais le temps s'envole aussi. Quand nous dansons, sans faire quête, D'amoureux nous avons grand choix : À chaque bal une conquête, Quelquefois deux, plus souvent trois. Il faudrait courir après elles, Vains désirs, efforts superflus ! Les fleurs nouvelles sont les plus belles, Car le temps gardera ses ailes, Hélas ! et nous n'en aurons plus.
Authorship
- by Achille de Lauzières-Thémines (1818? - 1894) [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 Mathilde, Baroness Willy de Rothschild (1832 - 1924), "Danziam !" [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "Let us dance!", copyright © 2012
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This text was added to the website: 2012-11-28
Line count: 17
Word count: 99
Let us dance, let us dance, o young women, feet hardly touching the floor! The happy chords of our quadrilles with one breath carry us off into flight. Faster than gazelles We run from our worries; we have wings, flowers and lace, yes, but time also flies. When we dance, without aim, we have ample choice in love: At each ball, a conquest, sometimes two, and more often, three. It's necessary to run after them, vain desires, superfluous efforts! New flowers are the most beautiful, for Time will keep his wings, alas! and we will have no more.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2012 by Emily Ezust
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- a text in French (Français) by Achille de Lauzières-Thémines (1818? - 1894)
This text was added to the website: 2012-11-29
Line count: 17
Word count: 98