Souvenirs d’un chanteur à voix traducción al Inglés

Ladies and gentlemen:

Now, if you're willing, I'll make you
the imitation of a vocal singer, a singer who has learned
to sing in Italy, who has the voice well placed in the mask,
in the mask he sings with his nose. These are the singers
that we often hear on the radio and we don't understand
a single word of what they say.
Here is the story of a memory! r of a singer with voice:

In the woods, in the evening,
We hear the song
little birds,
A swallow coming
A tire-d'aile
Bringing me... his wings,
The fragrant breeze,
Flowering trails
And I say to the swallow,
And I say to the swallow,

And I say...
What do I say to him?... Let's see
Oh yes!
I tell her she brings my news
To my beautiful one who is waiting for me there.
She tells him I love him
And I can't wait to see her again
To kiss her and...
Alas! Twice unfortunately! Three times alas!
Five times unfortunately! Twenty-six times alas!
She will never understand
What I wanted to tell him.
No, she will never understand
The pretty song of the butterfly
Who lands here and there,
On a rock, flying,
The pretty song of the butterfly... Oh!... Oh!
The pretty song of the butterfly
Who goes here, there,
Who was stealing
From the butterfly of love.