Belle Doette

Dalszövegek (Francia)

Belle Doette holds herself up on the window

Reads a book but her heart is far away

With her friend who she remembers, she remembers

Who the holy ground is turned over

And her heart is grieving.

A horseman at the very end of the room

Arrives and unbuckles his suitcase

Belle Douette asked the horseman,

Where is he that I love so much?

Alas! He cannot then hide it from you

"My master is dead! In combat he died...."

And her heart is grieving

For love of you, oh horserider, make me a nun of the Church of St. pail

For you I will make such a great abbey

That on the day of your solemn death

If an unfaithful lover wants to enter there he will close the chapel

And her heart is grieving

Belle Doette, her abbey will have

- which is already large will become larger

Because she will shelter all those men and all those women

Who suffer for love

Who for love suffer cruel punishments

And her heart grieves.

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