De Wanhoop [English translation]

My love seems to hate me

Although I complain to her about my pain

It might not pay the bills

Someone else has her heart

She makes love to another

And doesn't want to suffer my love

That makes a deuce desperate

The desperation makes common

A monk or a soldier

What is best to be started?

How will I end?

In the convent with the nuns?

Or with the lord in Gent?

For the first time I'm like a pig

Ans also to generous

Then in this sad state

The desperation makes common

A monk or a soldier

I know how to justify myself

To save me from trouble

I want to fight myself to death

That takes you to the raft

A true and honest person of the land

Who knows if many Frenchmen

Will die with me for the state

The desperation makes common

A monk or a soldier

My love seems to hate me

although I complain to her about my pain

It might not pay the bills

Someone else has her heart

She makes love to another

She makes love to another

Make love, make love

That makes a deuce desperate

The desperation makes common

A monk or a soldier