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Letra Canción de Glóin (On parole de Batre)

1ª voz:
Frese nouvele! Muere France
Muere, muere France!

2ª voz:
A Paris soir et matin
Truev’on bon pain et bon cler vin,
Bon char et bon poisson,
De toutes guises compaignons,
Sens soute, grant baudour,
Biaus joiaus, dames d’ounour,
Et si truev’on bien entre deus
De mente feur pour homes desiteus.

3ª voz:
On parole de batre et de vanner,
Et de foïr et de hanner
Mais ces deduis trop me desplaisent,
Car il n’est si bone vie
Que d’estre a aise
De bon cler vin et de chapons,
Et d’estre aveuc bons compaignons,
Liés et joians,
Chantans,
Truffans
Et amorous,
Et d’avoir, quant c’on a mestier,
Pour solacier
Beles dames a devis:
Et tout ce truev’on a Paris.

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Fresh strawberries! Nice blackberries!
Blackberries, nice blackberries!


Morning and night in Paris

There is good bread to be found, good clear wine,

Good meat and fish,
All manner of friends
Of lively minds and high spirits,
Fine jewels and noble ladies
And, in the meantime,
Prices to suit a poor man’s purse.




The talk is of threshing and winnowing,
Of digging and ploughing,
Such pastimes are not at all to my liking.
For there is nothing
Like having one’s fill
Of good clear wine and capons,
And being with good friends,
Hale and hearty,
Singing,
Joking
And in love,
And having all one needs
To give pleasure to beautiful women
To one’s heart’s content.
All of this is to be had in Paris