The ring-dove

With its soft plaintive song

this white dove takes your fancy.

If you would like it as your captive,

Sylvie, I will fetch it for you.

But close to you here in my breast

my heart sings like that dove.

If you would like to steal it,

wicked girl, it will be better off as yours.

To make it your prisoner

like a white dove you keep for yourself,

just place your hands like two wings

on my heart, this trembling little bird.