Pierre et Marion [English translation]

Here is the month of May, beautiful bird’s singing

Roses and thistles mingle

On the bed, entwined, always they sing

Peter and Marion are sleeping

Oh sing the bird, sing the words

Tell me your language

Tell me your beautiful language

Sing higher, sing the bird

Your flighty song

"Farewell Marion, I'm going to war

Come along, Marion, go up, go up 1

I'm leaving, Marion, for England

I return without delay "

Oh sing the bird, sing the words

Tell me your language

Tell me your beautiful language

Sing higher, sing the bird

Your flighty song

Summer has passed but the bird is singing

Belle Marion is dying

Even dead and buried,

He always sings

In a large wheat field in bloom

Oh sing the bird, sing the words

Tell me your language

Tell me your beautiful language

Sing higher, sing the bird

Your fickle song

Here is the month of May and the bird’s singing

Roses and thistles mingle, mingle

Under the ground, entwined, he always sings

Peter and Marion are sleeping

Oh sing the bird, sing the words

Tell me your language

Tell me your beautiful language

Sing higher, sing the bird

Your flighty song

• Artist:Cécile Corbel
• Album:Vagabonde