El testament d’Amèlia [English translation]

Amelia is not feeling well,

Our good king's daughter,

The counts will pay her a visit,

Counts and their noblemen.

Oh, my heart is so unsheathed,

Just like a bunch of carnations!

Daughter, o my daughter,

What is your grudge?

That grudge that I hold, mother,

You know it well enough

Oh, my heart is so unsheathed,

Just like a bunch of carnations!

Daughter, o my daughter,

Of this you will confess;

First make your confession,

Then - your will

Oh, my heart is so unsheathed,

Just like a bunch of carnations!

To the poor I bequest a castle:

Let them pray to Our Lord,

Four to my brother Charles,

Two to Virgin Mary

Oh, my heart is so unsheathed,

Just like a bunch of carnations!

And to you, o my mother,

I leave the husband of mine:

May you have him in bedroom,

As you have been doing

Oh, my heart is so unsheathed,

Just like a bunch of carnations!