Nana Mouskouri "Belle Doëtte" lyrics

Belle Doëtte

Belle Doëtte à sa fenêtre se tientLit en un livre mais son cœur est au loinDe son ami il lui souvient, lui souvientQu'en terre sainte est allé tournoyer

Et son cœur est en deuil

Un écuyer tout ou bout de la salleEst arrivé et déboucle sa malleBelle Doëtte est descendue, toute pâleAfin d'avoir nouvelles, bonnes ou mauvaises

Et son cœur est en deuil

Belle Doëtte à l'écuyer a demandéOù est celui que j'ai tant aimé?Hélas, ne puis vous le cacherMon maître est mort, au combat fut tué

Et son cœur est en deuil

Belle Doette

Belle Doette holds herself up on the windowReads a book but her heart is far awayWith her friend who she remembers, she remembersWho the holy ground is turned overAnd her heart is grieving.A horseman at the very end of the roomArrives and unbuckles his suitcaseBelle Douette asked the horseman,Where is he that I love so much?Alas! He cannot then hide it from you"My master is dead! In combat he died...."And her heart is grievingFor love of you, oh horserider, make me a nun of the Church of St. pailFor you I will make such a great abbeyThat on the day of your solemn deathIf an unfaithful lover wants to enter there he will close the chapelAnd her heart is grievingBelle Doette, her abbey will have- which is already large will become largerBecause she will shelter all those men and all those womenWho suffer for loveWho for love suffer cruel punishmentsAnd her heart grieves.