The little story that I am going to tell you
Beyond the mists and the winters,
The bird came one evening, on my shoulder to perch,
To tell it to me her manner;
There was once a very courted beauty,
The most beautiful one could have done,
So many men around, and suddenly as if electrified,
Argued for the honor of pleasing him;
Two famous champions, a very wealthy old gentleman,
Two pharmacists and three soldiers;
To make her choice, Belle was very embarrassed;
To be honest, she didn't know what to do;
She finally chose, an easy solution
In turn, satisfy them all,
Then she made sure that they all knew they were fooled,
So much so that, very quickly, they killed each other;
Beautiful women rarely have brains bigger than the nose,
This is only the first truth!
She thought: sure that I will have the last one left
And that I will know 'satisfy it;
But the handsome conqueror, suddenly touched by the genius,
After having drunk all the anger,
Come, suppressed it without even the time to an Ave
And went to cry at his mother's house;
The moral is only too easy to guess:
It is because we must no longer, on this earth,
It is because we can no longer, no, in this ill-famed world,
No longer confuse Love and war!

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN