Narrator:
Amelia is sick
The daughter of the good king
Counts come to see her
Counts and noble people
Amelia:
Oh, my heart is knotted up!
Like a bunch of carnations...
Stepmother:
Daughter, o my daughter
What is that you are suffering from?
Amelia:
You know very well, mother
What I'm suffering from.
Oh, my heart is knotted up!
Like a bunch of carnations...
Stepmother:
Daughter, o my daughter
You should confess
After you've confessed
You'll make your will
Amelia:
Oh, my heart is knotted up!
Like a bunch of carnations...
I leave a castle to the poor
So they may pray to God (for me)
Four castle to my brother Carlos
Two to the Holy Mother
Oh, my heart is knotted up!
Like a bunch of carnations...
And to you, o mother
I leave my husband
You may take him in your bedroom
As you've been doing for a long time
Oh, my heart is knotted up!
Like a bunch of carnations...