Princes qu'en mains tenez [English translation]

You who have all your people in your hands

Looted both in winter and in summer,

You who have all your people in your hands

See that they've been too poor

There are privileges for the crooks of the princes of Brittany,

There are beatings for the peasants if the Princes don't like them

And no privileges for the peasants, nor beatings for the crooks

It is from the pains , from the hunger and the cold

That poor people often die

And it is without pain, without hunger or cold

That your lords are going to fight themselves.

Lord, consider us as rebels

Speaking with haughty tone instead of modest.

Lord, consider us as rebels

Justice you just do with a stick.

People who are in charge of justice,

Among you there are only too many prelates

People who are in charge of justice,

And to talk to you I'm now fed up.

The woman is often considered insane

Which sell herself to the highest bidder,

The woman is often considered insane

But you often do worse.

Sometimes a revolt is enough,

And for the king a convict's uniform.

Sometimes a revolt is enough,

And the king will die, I'm sure.