I will make a verse of dreyt nien
Non er de mi nor de autra gen
Non er d'amore nor de joven
Ni de ren au
Que'ans fo trobatz en dormen
Sobre chevau
I don't know what time I was born
I'm not happy or angry
I'm not strange or private
I don't have au
That he fled from the night sky
On a hill
He was ill and trembled to die
And he didn't know when he was going to tell him
A doctor wanted to my albir
E no sai cau
Good doctors are if you can heal me
Mas non, si amau

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