(Original version:)
Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh
laugh, laugh, laugh because tomorrow you will cry
Oh beautiful sir you look at yourself in vain
in the mirror liar of vanities
your beautiful pale and diaphanous face
tomorrow, only tomorrow the disfigured smallpox will have
Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh
laugh, laugh , laugh because tomorrow you will cry
Oh sweet Madonna, mistress of virtue
loved and revered by anyone at will
all your burdens and all your honor
dying in childbirth you will carry yourself to the next from there
Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh
laugh, laugh, laugh because tomorrow you will cry
Oh noble lord of virile prowess
today take into account the your properties
castles, lands, men that you own today
tomorrow the enemy will put fire and sword
Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh
laugh, laugh , laugh because tomorrow you will cry
Fair young girl looking out on life
dance pleasant airs and receive the kiss
furtive glances and long-awaited loves forgotten
because tomorrow in the convent your father will beat you
Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh
laugh, laugh, laugh because tomorrow you will cry
I who am a jester and possess nothing
neither lands, nor virtue, nor beauty and chastity
Today I am your humble servant
Tomorrow the servant of those who will ruin you
Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh
I am the jester, I fear no enemy nor majesty
laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh
I am the jester I fear neither enemy nor majesty
(English version:)
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh , Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
Oh fine Sir who admire yourself in vain
in the lying mirror of vanities
your gentle pale and diaphanous face
tomorrow only tomorrow the smallpox disfigured will have.
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
Oh gentle Lady owner of virtue
by anyone loved and revered as much as you please
each onus and honor of yours
dying in chilbirth you'll take with you in the next world.
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
Oh noble Lord with a mainly air< br/>today you're making the counting of your own properties
castles, lands, men that today are yours
tomorrow your enemies will put to fire and sword.
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh , Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
Lovely girl facing life
you dance plaisant airs and receive the hand-kissing
furtive glances and awaited loves forget
'cause tomorrow your father will make you become a nun.
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh ' cause tomorrow you'll cry.
Me who I am jester and nothing I own
neither lands nor virtue or beauty or chastity
today I am your humble servant
tomorrow I'll be servant of whom will ruin you.
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
I am the jester I don't fear neither enemy or majesty,
Laugh, Laugh , Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
I am the jester I don't fear neither enemy or majesty.

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