On a starry Paris night,
The gentle moon whispers delight,
A princess gazes up into the sky,
As the shimmering angels sing their cry:

"Les amoureux,
Sous les étoiles,
Sous la lune,
Un baiser infini"

“The lovers,
Beneath the stars,
Beneath the moon,
An infinite kiss”

Once more, she looks far and beyond,
For a soul waving by the autumn pond,
Alas, all but the wind escapes her glimpse,
No frog, or knight, nor even a prince.
 
A slumber’s night made in heaven,
A prince appeared not one but seven!
By the glittering river as they spoke,
An infinite kiss before she awoke.

Seven nights and days she waits by the river,
Her absent mind begins to quiver,
A drifting face, another dream:
She sinks deep into the lullaby stream,           
As the turtles swim and the mermaids dance,
She is saved by a stranger’s sharpened glance,
Thankful for the kisses he blew,
At last her prince had come to her rescue.

'ils vécurent heureux et eurent beaucoup d'enfants'
'And they lived happily ever after '