Dans l'eau de la claire fontaine [English translation]

In the clear water of the fountain

She was bathing naked

A sudden gust of wind

Threw her clothes into the clouds

In distress she beckoned me

To go and fetch her clothes

Huge heaps of vine flowers

Lilies or orange blossoms

With rose petals

A small petticoat made for her

The beauty that wasn't very big

Only one rose was enough

With the vine branch

The end of a dance made her

But the beauty was so small

That only one leaf was enough

She held out her arms to me, her lips

As if she wanted to thank me

I took it so keenly

That she was quite undressed

The game had to please the ingenue

Cause often in the fountain

She went to bath naked

Praying God that wind be made

That wind be made

• Artist:Georges Brassens