Today is the day of the good people, Miss, you are pretty, No question of thinking of madness, Madness is a business of voyants. We don't want beautiful manners, We ask the dad if he allows it, And as he is wary of gourmets, He gives you the muzzle, young man. May I, sir, take your daughter? And although he smiles at me, I feel that he is wary. May I, sir, we promise to be wise, As we were at your age, just before the wedding. Although a meter or so separates us, We want to go beyond violence. Between us, we are fed up, Go see, adjust their lard. May I, sir, take your daughter? And although he smiles at me, I feel that he is wary. May I, sir, we promise to be wise, As we were at your age, just before the wedding. Only love in our hands that tightens, Only momentum to your heart in the middle. The look of the parents, if he retains, Will not reach the tenderness where we bathe. May I, sir, take your mother? And if I have the time to please her, I will be your father-in-law. May I, sir, we promise to be wise, As we were at your age, just before the wedding. www.mooji.org