Claire de Lune Claude deBussy

At this time, the one song I cannot get out of my head is driving me bonkers!

I hear it in my head in the morning as the sun kisses the clouds awake.

Still I hear it playing along as I have my tea out on the patio.

Yet again when all is quiet, those beautiful notes playing the sweet melody and when I shut my eyes I can picture beautiful swans dancing on a blue lake together to the elegant air of this exceptional piece.

This is one I love to write to.

"Au clair de la lune,
Mon ami Pierrot,
Prête-moi ta plume
Pour écrire un mot.
Ma chandelle est morte,
Je n'ai plus de feu.
Ouvre-moi ta porte
Pour l'amour de Dieu."

Au clair de la lune,
Pierrot répondit :
"Je n'ai pas de plume,
Je suis dans mon lit.
Va chez la voisine,
Je crois qu'elle y est,
Car dans sa cuisine
On bat le briquet."

Au clair de la lune,
L'aimable Lubin;
Frappe chez la brune,
Elle répond soudain :
–Qui frappe de la sorte?
Il dit à son tour :
–Ouvrez votre porte,
Pour le Dieu d'Amour.

Au clair de la lune,
On n'y voit qu'un peu.
On chercha la plume,
On chercha du feu.
En cherchant d'la sorte,
Je n'sais c'qu'on trouva;
Mais je sais qu'la porte
Sur eux se ferma.

"By the light of the moon,

My friend Pierrot,

Lend me your quill

To write a word.

My candle is dead,

I have no light left.

Open your door for me

For the love of God."

By the light of the moon,

Pierrot replied:

"I don't have any pens,

I am in my bed

Go to the neighbor's,

I think she's there

Because in her kitchen

Someone is lighting the fire."

By the light of the moon

Likeable Lubin

Knocks on the brunette's door.

She suddenly responds:

– Who's knocking like that?

He then replies:

– Open your door

for the God of Love!

By the light of the moon

One could barely see.

The pen was looked for,

The light was looked for.

With all that looking

I don't know what was found,

But I do know that the door

Shut itself on them.

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