The day was dawning in the grove
and Cypris descended from the heavens.
Our songs were a bit livelier.
She came to seek the object of her passion amid the bushes.
Rat-a-tat, it's the regiment's refrain.
What on earth is that?
Forgive me, aunt, my mind was wandering.
Very well, let's start again.
Aunt, forgive me.
Venus herself gave this lover the prize for valour.
- The most handsome... - Get on with it!
The most handsome in the land.
His beauty...
The supreme beauty...
Here they come, take a look,
the glorious Twenty-first!
Her drippy song is nothing like the ones we used to sing.
I don't think I'll ever forget them.
What a bore.
Let's carry on.
I would willingly continue but I don't understand a word of it.
Seeing the lovely Cypris,
soon the echoes all around
will repeat the loving sighs
of the jealous Philomel.
I'd sooner hear a drum roll than all the beauty's sighs.
Let's do the sigh together.
No, no - that's far too showy
Louder!
Softer!
I give up.
At least in the regiment the tune played itself.
Heavens, what a thing to say.
Forward march! It's the song of the regiment
Forward! Rat-a-tat! It's the song of the regiment