Jeanne
Finally, I will tell you
How much I sigh
You are so far, so far from here
Centuries separate us
And my heart strays
A subtle love has taken it

And I sing my sorrow
Far from the one I love
Soul full of melancholy

And I sing my sorrow
Far from the one I love
Soul full of melancholy

Jeanne
I would have liked to please you
And I despair
Of coming one evening to your knees
You are but an image
Lost in the ages
And me in love with you

And I sing my sorrow
Far from the one I love
Soul full of melancholy

And I sing my sorrow
Far from the one I love
Soul full of melancholy

Jeanne
If life is a dream
That love lifts
Close to you Jeanne, in the sleeping woods
You would take my life
I would take your hand
We would go to bed like lovers

And I sing my sorrow
Far from the one I love
Soul full of melancholy

And I sing my sorrow
Far from the one I love
Soul full of melancholy

Jeanne
Jeanne
You are but an image
Lost in the ages

And I sing my sorrow
Far from the one I love
Soul full of melancholy

And I sing my sorrow
Far from the one I love
Soul full of melancholy

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