Two steps from the sea that one hears rumbling

Two steps from the sea that one hears rumbling,

In the land of Brittany, I know of a forgotten spot

Where I would so love, in autumn days,

To take you, my dear!

Some oaks surrounding a fountain,

A few scattered beech trees, an old abandoned mill,

A well whose lively waters reflect

The green of your siren's eyes;

Each morning, the chickadee among the yellow foliage

Will come to sing for us, and the sea, night and day,

Will accompany our loving caresses

With its infinite bass!