By the light of the moon
My friend Pierrot
Lend me your quill
To write a word
My candle is dead
I have no more fire
Open your door for me
For the love of God!

By the light of the moon
Pierrot replied
I don't have a quill
I am in my bed
Go to the neighbor's
I think she's there
Because in the kitchen
They're striking the flint

By the light of the moon
The likable Lubin
Knocks at the brunette's
She suddenly answers
Who knocks like that?
He says in turn
Open your door
For the God of love

By the light of the moon
We can see only a little
We looked for the quill
We looked for the fire
In searching in such a way
Who knows what we found
But I know that the door
Closed on them

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