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Lou miéu premié baja !  
(My first kiss!)
Nissart lyrics and music by François-Dominique Rondelly, known as Menica Rondelly. Traditional from County of Nice.
Slow waltz.
Dedication “A l’amic Marius Blanchi.”
| Recitative |
Pische voulès che canti, ô vautre amic mieù,
Vou preghi, vou demandi indulgensa per ieù,
Farai doù mieù poussible per degun anujà,
E coutàs ben, coumensi “Lou premié bajà!” | | As you want I sing, oh! you my friends,
I bed you, I ask you indulgence for me,
I’ll do my utmost to weary nobody,
And well listen, begins “The first kiss!” |
1st verse |
Un giou, embé Liseta, au détour d’un sentié,
Escoutavan d’un merlou lou refren printanié;
Eravan ben soulet, m’en souvendrai tougiou,
Lou manteù de la nuece brunissia lou giou. | | One day, along with Élise, at the bend in a path,
We were listening of a blackbird the spring chorus;
We were alone, I’ll always remember,
The cover of darkness were browning the day. |
Chorus |
Li labra s’aprouceroun
E pi si counfounderoun,
Souta doù gran siel blu
Si dounerian doù “tu”!
O sublima caressa,
Sighet de l’ivressa
Divina voulutà,
Lou mieù premié bajà! | | Our lips moved nearer
And then mixed up,
Beneath great blue sky
Gave them some “you (1)”!
Oh! sublime caress,
Sign of exhilaration
Divine voluptuous pleasure,
My first kiss! |
2nd verse |
Una blanca peireta nen faghé reschià,
Su lou gazoun, Liseta, toumbet en lu mieù bras,
Lou merlou su li branca, temouan d’acheù malur,
La sieù cansoun nen canta, acò, d’un er riur. | | A little white stone made fare-dodging (2)
On the lawn, Élise fell down into my arms,
The blackbird on the branches, witness of this misfortune,
Its song it sings, this, with a laughing way. |
3rd verse |
Per noun avé vergougna, derangià lou tableù,
Doù siel, la blanca luna, seré toui lu rideù,
O sublime misteri! lou merlou roucoulé
E lou cuor de Liseta au mieù cuor si douné. | | In way not to feel ashamed, to disturb the scene,
Of the sky, the white moon drew all the curtains,
Oh! sublime mystery! the blackbird cooed
And Élise’s heart to my heart devoted. |
4th verse |
La sieù cansoun finida lou merlou meloudious
Souspiré su li branca lou refren dei espous;
La brisa de la nuece venghé nen revejà,
S’esclaterian doù rire dintre d’un gros bajà. | | Its song ended, the tuneful blackbird
Sighed on the branches the chorus of the married couple;
The breeze of the night came and wake us up,
We burst out laughing in a great kiss. |
1. Tu: in French and in Nissart, is the second person singular.
2. Reschià or resquihà: to wangle, to fiddle. Here understand “to fail in”.
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