I sing to you, ma jolie fille,
A sad song that is deep in me,
I hope you like the sound of ma musique.
I saw you pass by on the walk,
And couldn't find the words to talk,
So I will tell my feelings en musique.

I give you des chansons d'amour,
From ancient worlds and old folklore,
With memories and sounds of ma musique.
Just walk beside me hand in hand,
To my Mediterranean land,
Listening to the voice of ma musique.

I saw you smiling silently my way,
Your eyes reflecting sunlight in my heart,
You look so happy, carefree and so gay,
So close to me and yet so far apart,
I felt if I could take your hand
That you would really understand
The reason I sing ma chanson d'amour