La monture [English translation]

[Fleur de Lys]:

Seeing you on your horse

Such style and such stature

A true example to live by

A force of nature

Or are you nothing but a scum

An animal of luxury

Chasing after adventures?

Is there a heart beneath your armor?

Mine is as pure as azure

Let me heal your wounds

Let us forget this mishap

I will love you if you swear

I will love you if you swear

That we shall hang her

The Bohemian girl

My childhood dreams

Stitched one after the other

I've thrown them all away

Think again because I am

As white as an ewe

Rolling in the mud

Your words of love are insults

Your oaths are perjuries

My heart is already hardening

I put you up against the wall

Deliver me from my bindings

Come in me you piece of filth

Teach me the art of luxury

I will love you if you swear

I will love you if you swear

That we shall hang her

The Bohemian girl

I will love you if you swear

I will love you if you swear

That we shall hang her

Esmeralda!

That we shall hang her

The Bohemian girl