The enchanted flute

The shade is sweet and my master sleeps,

Wearing a conical silk bonnet,

With his long yellow nose in his white beard.

But I, I waken again

And hear outside

The song of a flute pour forth

By turns sadness and joy.

A song by turns languorous and frivolous

Which my dear lover plays,

And when I approach by the window.

It seems to me that each note steals away

From the flute toward my cheek

Like a mysterious kiss.