The prisoner of the tower
Was killed this morning,
Grandmother.
We will not go to Mass tomorrow.
He threw himself from the tower
While I was holding out my hands,
Grandmother.
It seemed to me that I was in sorrow.
If the king knew that, Isabelle,
Isabelle, if the king knew that,
In the lace dress,
You would never be allowed,
Isabelle, if the king knew that.
The prisoner of the tower
Was my only friend,
Grandmother.
We will not go to Mass today.
He was my only love,
The reason for my life,
Grandmother
And my youth is extinguished with him.
If the king knew that, Isabelle,
Isabelle, if the king knew that,
In the lace dress,
You would never be allowed,
Isabelle, if the king knew that.
The prisoner of the tower,
Each evening, waited for me,
Grandmother.
We will not go to Mass anymore, never.
It's a sin that love
And the world is poorly made,
Grandmother.
My lover, whom I loved, was killed.
If the king knew that, Isabelle,
Isabelle, if the king knew that,
In the lace dress,
You would never be allowed,
Isabelle, if the king knew that.
The prisoner of the tower
Will not have grave clothes
And nothing
Nothing but a black hole where the leaves are engulfed,
But me, I will go each day
Crying under the lime trees
And nothing,
Not even the king, will prevent my mourning.
If the king knew that, Isabelle,
He could only cry with you
Because he loved a beauty
Who was not for a king
And the beauty, Isabelle, was me...