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In the war of Valois
the Lord of Vly died, whether he was a brave hero it remains still unknown. But her abandoned Lady mourning upon his death thousand years and maybe more will be mourning her sad fate. Spin your wool, spin your memories cherish the illusion that he comes back book of so sweet love dreams, open your pages to her sorrow. And they came back by thousand, all the warriors of Valois, they came back to their families, to their palaces and cities. But the abandoned Lady will not welcome back her sweetheart and the big log in the fireplace will not help warm her heart. Spin your wool, spin your memories cherish the illusion that he comes back book of so sweet love dreams, open your pages to her sorrow. You the knights, who ignore while fighting fear and dread, tighten well your coat of mail, temper well your suit of armour. To the enemy who attacks you give a swift and quick reply, because someone, behind those walls, is waiting for you every moment. Spin your wool, spin your memories cherish the illusion that he comes back book of so sweet love dreams, close your pages upon her sorrow. [traduzione di Riccardo Venturi] |