Íåæåí, äåðçîê è ïðåêðàñåí,
(Gentle, daring and charming)
Ýòî âñ¸ î Ëîêîíòå,
(It's all about M.Loconte)
Îí âîèñòèíó áåññòðàøåí,
(He is truly fearless)
È ñ óëûáêîé íà ëèöå.
(And with a smile on his face.)
Ñëîâíî âèõðü îí âîðâàëñÿ,
(Like a whirlwind he burst in,)
È ðàçæ¸ã âóëêàí ñòðàñòåé,
(And fueled the volcano of passion)
Âñåì âðàãàì â ëèöî ñìåÿëñÿ,
(He laughed in his enemies' face)
Ãîñïîäèí ñâîèõ èäåé.
(He is the Master of his ideas)
Ðîìàíòè÷åí ïî ïðèðîäå,
(He is romantic by his nature)
Íî â äóøå ñâîåé áóíòàðü,
(But rebel in his soul)
Ëîêîíòå - êîðîëü ñâîáîäû,
(M. Loconte is the king of liberty)
Âûäåðæèò ñóäüáû óäàð.
(He will stand the hit of the fate)
Ãåíèé âûñøåãî èñêóññòâà,
(He is the genius of the greatest art)
È âñåãäà íåîòðàçèì,
(And always handsome)
Ïîêàçàë îí ìèðó ÷óâñòâà,
(He showed the feelings to the world)
È íå ñòàíåò îí äðóãèì.
(And he will not be different.)
Ñâîèì âçãëÿäîì ïîêîðÿåò,
(He conquers with his gaze,)
 í¸ì õàðèçìà è òàëàíò,
(He has charisma and talent)
Ïåñíåé ñåðäöå îæèâëÿåò,
(He revives the heart with his song)
Äîðîãîé Monsier Mozart.
(Dear Monsier Mozart).