Here comes the spring,
The sweetness of the weather,
Makes advances to us.
Go my children,
You are twenty years old,
Go on vacation.
You will see agile,
On the calm wave,
The docile boats
In the arms of lovers,
Fresh taverns,
Well-made girls,
The fries are ready,
And there's white wine ...

Chorus:
Ah! the little white wine
That we drink under the arbors,
When the girls are beautiful
On the side of Nogent,
And then from time to time,
An air of old romance,
Seems to set the pace
For sinning, for sinning,
In the woods, in the meadows,
On the side, on the side of Nogent.

Let's follow the advice...
Mr. Sun
Knows his business.
Let's pick, on the way,
This mischievous face
This clear dress
Come beautiful girl
Be very nice
There, under the arbor,
Love awaits us.
The tables are ready
The innkeeper is honest,
There are little songs
And there's white wine...

Chorus

In these charming games
The waist often
Takes advantage.
It's not mean,
It always ends
With a marriage
The bulk of the matter,
Is when the mother
Asks, sternly,
To the young child:
My daughter tell
How, sad shame,
Did you make your account?
Answer, I'm waiting...

Chorus

Because it's always the same
As long as there's sun
We will see the lovers in spring
Go away
To sin
In the woods, in the meadows,
On the side,
On the side of Nogent.

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