He leaves for war, not knowing when he will return
He will return at Easter, or maybe at the trinity
The trinity passes but he doesn't return
She, to her tower climbs up, as high as she can climb
She glimpses of his page dressed in black
Beautiful page, o my beautiful page, what news are you bringing?
She glimpses of his page dressed in black
Beautiful page, o my beautiful page, what news are you bringing?
To the news I bring, your beautiful eyes will cry
Quit your pink clothes and your pinned satins
He is dead madame, dead and buried
I saw him carried to earth by four officers
One held his great saber the other his shield
One held his armor the other his destroyer
Around his grave rosemary was planted
On the highest branch a nightingale was singing
We saw his soul fly through the laurels
Each one set their bellies to the ground and stood again.
To sing the victories he won,
The ceremony done, each one went to bed...
English:
Through the Laurels
He leaves for war, not knowing when he will return He will return at Easter, or maybe at the trinity The trinity passes but he doesn't return She, to her tower climbs up, as high as she can climb She glimpses of his page dressed in black Beautiful page, o my beautiful page, what news are you bringing? She glimpses of his page dressed in black Beautiful page, o my beautiful page, what news are you bringing?
To the news I bring, your beautiful eyes will cry Quit your pink clothes and your pinned satins He is dead madame, dead and buried I saw him carried to earth by four officers One held his great saber the other his shield One held his armor the other his destroyer Around his grave rosemary was planted On the highest branch a nightingale was singing We saw his soul fly through the laurels Each one set their bellies to the ground and stood again.
To sing the victories he won, The ceremony done, each one went to bed...