Guitare

Comment, disaient-ils,
Avec nos nacelles,
Fuir les alguazils?
-Ramez, disaient-elles.

Comment, disaient-ils,
Oublier querelles,
Misère et périls?
-Dormez, disaient-elles. 

Comment, disaient-ils,
Enchanter les belles
Sans philtres subtils?
-Aimez, disaient-elles.
    

Guitar

Tell us, said the men
With our small skiffs
Can we flee from the alguazils?
-Row, said the fair ones. 

How, said the men
Can we forget quarrels,
Poverty and danger?
-Sleep, said the fair ones.

How, said the men, 
Can we enchant beauties
Without rare potions?
-Love, said the fair ones.