Song of Provencale
Eva Dell'Acqua
Sound, peerless nights,
you beautiful nights of summer,
la la la la!
Chirp, sing cicadas!
Celebrate gaiety!
La la la la!
Those enamoured of stars
appear with an impish eye.
As soon as darkness spreads its veils,
and sing until the early morning!...
Sing, yes, sing!
Sing about the bonnie maids,
the maids of the Midi (Southern France),
la la la la!
Listening to their warbling
think about their friend...
La la la la! Sing!
Under Provencal skies.
Sing out the cadence
of your golden tones!
La la la la!
Your amiable voice may
lull, the soul row
the child that sleeps! Ah!
Sound, peerless nights,
you beautiful nights of summer,
la la la la!
Chirp, sing cicadas!
Celebrate gaiety!
La la la la!
Ah! Sing!