French Poetry Of The XVIII Century

In this tragic and comic show
he's a servant and whiteface clown
high spirits and cleverness work
Save him from all the mess he belongs
Columbine is so lovely to stare
She has caught the eye of Harlequin
In a ragged and patched dress
she is dressed, to play a tambourine

Lovers spinning in the dreaming
Somewhere, repeating
Somewhere only dreamers may know
their roles, repeating

They are - shadows when the raindrops
With storms - spinning in a dance hall
Somewhere - only lovers may know
Someday, repeating
Repeating

Repeating again the show but no one's here, just us.
Repeating again the show till there's a crowd

They hear a noise, it's classical
A 'cof' and them, applauses.
They hear their crowd...

Lovers spinning in the dreaming
Somewhere, repeating
Somewhere only dreamers may know
their roles, repeating

The Columbine has eyes so wide and well made-up
She loves Harlequin but sees through him

And punishes him
deserts him
takes him back, but in the end
he doesn't change, he doesn't change.

and she has to accept him for what he is, more lovable than anyone.

Lovers spinning in the dreaming
Somewhere, repeating
Somewhere only dreamers may know
their love, repeating