I don't know why she went to dance
At Saint Jean, to the musettes
But when this guy stole a kiss from her
She trembled, was smitten

How not to lose one's head
Held by audacious arms?
For we always believe in sweet words of love
When they are spoken with the eyes

She who loved him so much
She found him the most handsome of Saint Jean
She remained intoxicated
Without will under his kisses

Without thinking further, she gave him
The best of herself
Smooth talker every time he lied
She knew it, but she loved him

How not to lose one's head
Held by audacious arms?
For we always believe in sweet words of love
When they are spoken with the eyes

She who loved him so much
She found him the most handsome of Saint Jean
She remained intoxicated
Without will under his kisses

But alas, in Saint Jean as elsewhere
A promise is but a lure
She was crazy to believe in happiness
And to want to keep her heart

How not to lose one's head
Held by audacious arms?
For we always believe in sweet words of love
When they are spoken with the eyes

She who loved him so much
She found him the most handsome of Saint Jean
She remained intoxicated
Without will under his kisses

She who loved him so much
She found him the most handsome of Saint Jean
He doesn't love her anymore
It's in the past
Let's not talk about it anymore

He doesn't love her anymore
It's in the past
Let's not talk about it anymore

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