DANCE OF BÉBÉ PILULE (FOR MY LITTLE PASCAL)
words and music by Olivier Messiaen
Pilule, come let’s dance.
Malonlanlaine, ma.
Strands of sunshine.
Malonlanlaine, ma.
It’s the alphabet of laughter
at your mother’s fingertips.
Her perpetual yes
was a tranquil lake.
Malonlanlaine, ma, ma.
Gentleness of staircases,
surprise at the turnings of doors.
All the light birds
take flight from your hands.
Light birds, pebbles,
refrains, light cream.
Into blue fish,
into blue moons,
halos of earth and water,
a single lung in a single reed.
Io, malonlaine, ma.
The disarmed eye,
an angel on the head,
your little nose raised
towards the blue which swallows itself,
hemming the glass horizons
with gilded cries, you offered
your heart so pure.
To sing, to sing, ah! to sing,
gleaner of stars, braids of life,
could you sing
more delightfully?
The wind on your ears,
Malonlanlaine, ma.
Plays leap-frog,
Malonlanlaine, ma.
and your mother’s
watchful eye and presence
Shedding one hour
around my smile.
Malonlanlaine, ma.
lo! ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, io, io!
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