L'amor de les tres taronges [English translation]

They tell of a beautiful and gallant prince

Who doesn't stop to rest even for a single moment,

And travels the earth as if by magic...

- The love of the Three Oranges,

Wouldn't you happen to know where it is?

- They say that seven giants guard it

And keep it locked behind many doors!

At night, when darkness arrives,

He sees a blue little light:

The further he goes, the further it seems to be...

- I shall reach it, if God wants it so!

They tell of a beautiful and gallant prince

Who doesn't stop to rest even for a single moment,

And travels the earth as if by magic...

Oh, oh, oh! The he-giant is grumbling!

He's caught the scent of human flesh.

The she-giant puts (the prince) away,

But the he-giant is so hungry

That he'd like to devour him

Within the same week!

The night is dark: the giant

Is snoring like the North Wind.

They tell of a beautiful and gallant prince

Who doesn't stop to rest even for a single moment,

And travels the earth as if by magic...

The giants are sleeping soundly;

They sleep with one eye open!

Little Bernard takes the Love

And, before he can be discovered,

He retakes the path of the wind:

His feet swift, his heart wide awake!

Every single of his hairs is trembling...

Oh, the night has hidden him!

They tell of a beautiful and gallant prince

Who doesn't stop to rest even for a single moment,

And travels the earth as if by magic...

Oh! Oh, the giants are nipping at his heels!

The Earth shouts at him: keep going!

He throws silk ribbons at them;

Colourful flakes that, instantly,

Cover the fields in thorns,

Knives and sheer horror,

With fire... So much so, that there isn't left

Even the shadow of a single giant.

They tell of a beautiful and gallant prince

Who doesn't stop to rest even for a single moment,

And travels the earth as if by magic...