In a swamp of bad rushes there was
An old castle with long curtains in the water.
In this castle, there was Bozo, the son of the sailor
Master of this palace rickety
Through the porthole of his castle, Bozo
Seeing his powdered guests enter.
Old hounds dragging carriages and the fairy Carabosse
All were there, less the one he wanted.
You can guess that this story is a sad one to drink
Since Bozo, the madman of the place, is in love.
The one he loves didn't come, that's for sure.
br/>But understand that, it doesn't exist.
Neither the castle with long curtains in the water,
Nor musicians dressed in very fine linen.
There's only Bozo dressed of skin, the sailor's son,
Who plays in the water with an old raft.
If you pass through this country at night,
There is a beacon, like a signal of ball.
Dance, sing arms entwined to console
Poor Bozo crying on his raft...