Morning serenade

Here am I, Jean, your Jean, oh Marguerite,

languid with love,

to see you even earlier in the morning, my lovely.

Here am I, near the mill,

Here am I, your Jean, oh Marguerite!

Here am I, Jean, your Jean, full of tenderness,

rich in hope, my only treasure.

In exchange for your caresses

I will give you my word and my heart!

Dawn is already fading in the sky.

The sun is just up.

Get up, girl!

The time for dreams is past.

Dawn is already fading in the sky.

Do you hear the murmur of the charming stream?

The bird whistles in the tree.

Hear my voice, oh Marguerite!

Run, run quickly and come speak to me.

Do you hear the murmur of the stream?