If I sing under your window,
And a gallant troubadour
And if I want to see you appear there,
It is not, alas, love.
What do I care that you're beautiful,
Duchess or Lorette with gentle eyes
Or you wash dishes,
As long as you throw in two.
Be good, O my dear unknown
For whom I have so often sung.
Your gift is welcome.
Give me charity.
Be good, O my dear unknown
For whom I have so often sung.
Before me, before me, be welcome.
Love, you see, I do not care.
It is beautiful in the songs.
If one day I become rich,
I love you so well without.
I have a fast lady
If I had at least a castle
Instead of an old wool sweater
Boots and taking water.
Be good, O my dear unknown
For whom I have so often sung.
Your gift is welcome.
Give me charity.
Be good, O my dear unknown
For whom I have so often sung.
Before me, before me, be welcome.
But your window is closed
And do not fall under two.
But I expect little.
Throw me what you want.
Money, old clothes or dry bread,
All of you will be pleased me
And I pray God to bless you
A little better than it did for me.
Be good, O my dear unknown
For whom I have often sung.
Your gift is welcome.
Give me charity.
Be good, O my dear unknown
For whom I have so often sung.
Before me, before me, be welcome ...
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