In the orchards of the woods,
Like the huntress I consider myself to be,
I feel inspired by an incomparable portrait;
It is the source of silence and sweetness.
If I always have doe eyes,
I will show myself lucid and charitable, bellowing in the moonlight in this peaceful edge without the night always being white,
Whatever the radiant smile may be.
Chorus:
May the doe be within me
With the flight of each huntress's arrow. 3×
It's touching when the day is bright!
But above all,
Nature attains the serenity of beings.
Some have a grace to make the doe, for me, An offering and others, none.
I, who have for this role supporting the heart that sparkles, Continue to touch life in the sky,
And to put my skillful boldness,
I let the doe within me come out.
To the Chorus
Thanks to a lunar and silvery star,
For a new day as well,
The doe is within me
And I, well equipped with a bow and a quiver.
To the Chorus

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