By the breaking waves
I live in a country without equal
Where the sky is coral red,
the moon is a pearl, and the sun is a ruby
And yet on the shore, I come each evening all in tears
Because... alas!
Because of a beautiful child who dreams
And who passes while gathering some flowers
Once the happy siren gave her love without loving
And now the seductress is now herself in love

The charmer is charmed in her turn
And the evening on the shore without ever seeing my tears
The beautiful child who dreams passes while picking some flowers