Today is the ball for good people.
Ladies, how pretty you are!
No question of thinking about follies:
Follies are the business of scoundrels.
We don't forget good manners,
We ask dad if he allows it;
And as he is wary of gourmets,
He muzzles you.
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Please allow me, Sir,
That I borrow your daughter?
And, although he smiles at me,
Me, I feel good let him be wary.
Will you allow me, sir?
We promise to be wise
As you were at our age
Just before the wedding.
Although about a meter separates us,
We sail past the violins.
We must say, between us, we laugh
at to see them adjust their glasses.
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So much love in our clasping hands!
So much impulse towards your heart in mine !
The gaze of parents, if it holds,
Does not reach the tenderness where we bathe.
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We promise to be wise
As you were at our age
Just before the wedding.