Fila la lana [English translation]

In the war of Valois

the Lord of Vly died,

if he was a valiant hero

it is not known, it is not yet certain.

But the lady abandoned

complaining about his death

for a thousand years and perhaps even

will lament the sad fate.

Spin the wool, spin your days

still think that he returns,

book of sweet dreams of love

open the pages to his pain.

Have returned to a hundred and a thousand

the warriors of Valois,

have returned to families

to the buildings to cities.

But the lady abandoned

will not recover its love

and the great log in the fireplace

will not be worth to warm the heart.

Spin the wool, spin your days

still think that he returns,

book of sweet dreams of love

open the pages to his pain.

Knights who in battle

ignored the fear

close has to be your vest,

well-hardened your armor.

To the enemy who assaults

you have to be quick to give an answer

because behind those walls

one expects you relentlessly.

Spin the wool, spin your days

still thinks that he returns,

book of sweet dreams of love

close the pages on his pain.