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I'm not sure if this is the Debussy song, but I found these lyrics on a French folk song site:
quote:30 -- LA FLUTE DE PAN
Pour le jour des Hyacinthies, il m'a donne une syrinx faite de roseaux bien tailles, unis avec de la blanche cire qui est douce a mes levres comme du miel.
Il m'apprend a jouer, assise sur ses genoux; mais je suis un peu tremblante. Il en joue apres moi, si doucement que je l'entends a peine.
Nous n'avons rien a nous dire, tant nous sommes pres l'un de l'autre; mais nos chansons veulent se repondre, et tour a tour nos bouches s'unissent sur la flute.
Il est tard, voici le chant des grenouilles vertes qui commence avec la nuit. Ma mere ne croira jamais que je suis restee si longtemps a chercher ma ceinture perdue.
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For the Day of Hyacinths, (?) he gave me A syrinx (some element of panpipes?) made of well-made reeds Joined with white wax that was soft on My lips like honey.
He taught me to play, seated on his knees, But I trembled a little. He played it After me, so softly that I could hardly hear.
We had nothing to say to one another, for we Were so close to one another, but our songs Wanted to be answered, and by and by our mouths Would unite on the flute.
It was late, listen to the song of the green frogs That begins with the night. My mother won't Believe that I stayed here so long Looking for my lost belt.
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Makes me want to buy Hummel figurines.
