Carlo Martello ritorna dalla battaglia di Poitiers [English translation]

King Charles returned from the war

his land welcomes him surrounding him with laurel.

In the warm spring sun

flashes on the armor of the victorious Lord.

The blood of the Prince and the Moro

redden the crest of the same color

but more than the wounds of the body

by Charles are feeled the desires of love.

"If anxiety of glory, thirst for honor

the war goes to the winner

it does not grant you a moment to make love.

Who then requires the sweet bride

to wear a chastity belt alas is serious

in battle can run the risk of losing the key. "

So complains the Christian king

the grain bows around , the crown are the flowers.

The mirror of clear water fountain

reflects pride in the saddle the winner of the Moors.

Suddenly in the water is made

a wonderful view of the symbol of love

in the thick of long blond braids

Breast merges naked in full sun.

"Never was seen most beautiful thing

I never did catch such a girl "

Charles said quickly getting down from the saddle.

"Ah, no knight don't come near me

others already have joy of what you seek

to another easier source have your thirst subsided. "

Surprised by such a decision way of doing

feeling mocked Charles stopped

but more thn the honor the fasting could do

the trembling sire arose the brown helmet.

Thist was his secret weapon

by Charles often used in great difficulty

to the woman appeared a big nose

a face like a goat, but it was Her Majesty.

"If you were not my king"

Carlo takes off the heavy broadsword

"I would not hide the desire to flee far away.

But since you are my lord "

Charles takes off the entire cage

"I have to give myself clear to all sense of shame."

He was very valiant knight

and even in that moment of honor was covered

and come to the end of the duel

uncertain on the saddle he tried to go back.

Quick the maiden harpoons him

suddenly presents a bill to her Lord

"Ah, just because you are the lord

it's five thousand pounds, is a special price. "

"It 's really possible, pig of a dog,

that the adventures in this realm

must end up all with big whores.

Even on the price is then to say

I well remember that before we had to leave

rates of less than three thousand were there. "

That said, acted as a great scoundrel

jump in the saddle with a lion rush

whipping the horse like a donkey

among the wisteria and the elder the King disappeared.

King Charles returned from the war

his land welcomes him surrounding him with laurel.

In the warm spring sun

flashes on the armor of the victorious Lord.