Elle a fui, la tourtelle!, Antonia's aria from Les Contes d'Hoffmann

Elle a fui, la tourtelle!		She has fled, the turtledove!
Ah! souvenir trop doux!  		Ah, memory too sweet, 
Image trop cruelle!			Image too cruel!
Hélas! à mes genoux, 			Alas, at my knees,
Je l'entends, je le vois!		I hear him, I see him!
Je l'entends, je le vois!		I hear him, I see him!

Elle a fui, la tourterelle, 		She has flown, the turledove,
Elle a fui loin de toi;			She has flown far from you;
Mais elle est toujours fidèle 		But she is always faithful 
Et te garde sa foi.			And keeps her vow
Mon bienaimé, ma voix t'appelle,	My beloved, my voice calls you
Oui, tout mon coeur est à toi.		Yes, all my heart is yours

Chère fleur qui viens d'éclore 		Dear flower, just opened, 
Par pitié réponds moi!			Have pity, answer me.
Toi qui sais s'il m'aime encore,	You who knows if he still lives me,
S'il me garde sa foi!			If he keeps his vow.
Mon bienaimé, ma voix t'implore,	My beloved, my voice begs you,
Ah! que ton coeur vienne à moi.		Ah, let your heart come to me.
Elle a fui, la tourterelle, 		She has flown, the turtledove,
Elle a fui loin de toi.			She has flown far from you.

Word-by-word translation by Ann Feeney, afeeney@Mcs.Net