In a good mood | We were walking in a fine rain

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by Amélie de Wailly (1854 - 1926)

Translation © by Faith J. Cormier

Bonne humeur

Language: French (Français)

Our translations: ENG

Nous marchions sous la fine pluie;
Le ciel était couleur de suie,
Le vent soufflait;
Le bois semblait toucher la nue
Et sa carcasse maigre et nue
De froid tremblait.

Affrontant gaîment la tempête,
Hâtant le pas, baissant la tête,
Ninon chantait;
Et parfois, sur notre passage,
Un oiseau, dans son clair langage,
Lui répondait.

L'air piquant animait sa joue;
Tout en clapotant dans la boue
Elle sourit.
En dépit de l'hiver morose,
Nous gardons au coeur une rose
Qui refleurit.

Text Authorship:

by Amélie de Wailly (1854 - 1926) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Cécile Chaminade (1857 - 1944), "Bonne humeur", published 1903 [high voice and piano], Éd. Enoch [ sung text checked 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Faith J. Cormier) , "In a good mood", copyright © 2003, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: John Versmoren

This text was added to the website: 2003-10-14
Line count: 18
Word count: 81

In a good mood

Language: English after the French (Français)

 We were walking in a fine rain
 under a soot-coloured sky.
 The wind blew.
 The wood seemed to touch the clouds,
 and its thin, naked carcass 
 trembled with cold.

 Gaily we faced the storm.
 Hurrying, head down,
 Ninon sang,
 and sometimes along our way
 a bird answered her 
 in its clear language.

 Rosy-cheeked from the fresh air,
 she smiled as she splashed
 in the mud.
 Despite the somber winter,
 our hearts hold a rose
 that flowers again.

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a text in French (Français) by Amélie de Wailly (1854 - 1926)
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This text was added to the website: 2003-10-14
Line count: 18
Word count: 77