La morte (English translation)
Death will come suddenly
It will take your lips and your eyes
It will cover you in a white veil
Falling asleep by your side.
In idleness, in sleep, in battle
It will come without a warning
Death does not fail
It does not play the horn or the drum.
Lady refreshing your beautiful limbs
In the crystal clear spring
Death will not spare you
It will take your breasts and your arms.
Priests, dignitaries and counts
You cried so hard on the doorway
Those who led well their lives
Will badly bear their deaths.
Ragged beggars who shamelessly
wore sackcloth or stood in the pillory
It was not hard for you to leave
Since death was your friend.
Warrior who very proudly
Slaughtered enemies with your lance
From the Orient to France
Causing grief and tears
When meeting the final enemy
Courage or toil are worthless
It's useless to pierce her heart
Since death never dies.
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