Totus Floreo [English translation]

Please be silent for once, nightingale

And may my voice rise from my chest.

Oh, oh, I'm blooming.

I'm burning from a virgin love,

It's a new love, a new love which is killing me,

It's a new love, a new love which is killing me.

Here comes the ages of joy —oh virgins!

And you young men, make the most of it.

Oh, oh, I'm blooming.

I'm in love…

Come my damsel, come with great pleasure ;

Come, come my beauty! I'm dying (from the wait).

Oh, oh, I'm blooming.

I'm in love…