In Eden they passed sweet hours,
Adam and Eve, in naive happiness,
Among the flowers of the shady grove
To the gentle sound of bubbling waters.
They were deceived with seductive voices
From the apple tree, the snake, one day.
"Unfortunate race of Adam!"
You still cry today, our parents.
From the garden God threw them, enraged,
When he saw their execrable crimes,
And departs!--oh!--these birds from their nest.
From their chests they exhale a soft sob;
They turn back toward the lost Eden,
And eventually they move away and they cry.