For coldness not for yver felon
For coldness not for yver felon
Won't let
That a song does not face love,
And if I say
May he who loves repent if he stinks!
Everyone says it, but to lie it is.
Who loves well, he can't leave,
As long as the weapon is gone.
For me the di, that I put it is right;
I tried.
More take advice of if made achoison,
I wonder more;
What it was about my fine mute dressing.
More sides a li and more in i apleet.
Lady, thank you! I cannot fail you;
Ainçois will be seas for failed rain.
Lady, if I have my granz maus paour,
Don't worry,
Que bien poez alleviate my pain.
And you leave
Song, a li, if li di crying
It's a thank you for love while sighing
Well worth a hundred tanz at the end lëaul ami
That no friend could cook for anything.
Strong are li laz and grant li covertour,
It's not gas,
In whom it is who loves by love.
And what will you say,
Since I know and know its semblance
And I toing myself towards his people?
Was it taken from me, then not seized?
Oïl, certainly, I never relinquish it.
No one could do this badly
For yours, lady, well it can last;
And please obligate us,
May no faith my hearts obligate you.
Despite the cold and harsh winter
Despite the cold and harsh winter,
I will not miss
To make a love song
And I will say
May he who loves repent of it, if he can.
Everyone claims to love, driven to lie.
Who loves well cannot separate from love
Until his soul separates from the body.
I say it for me, to whom I hold accounts,
I blamed myself.
The more I think about this question
The more troubled I am,
For trouble arises from my tender thoughts.
The more I think about her, the more my confusion increases.
Lady, please! I cannot fail you,
No more than the sea will disappear for lack of rain.
Lady, if I dread my harsh ills,
Don't be upset,
Because you can easily ease my pain.
And you go to her
Song, and tell him crying
Only a small sign of pity obtained by sighs
Worth a hundred times more for a perfect and loyal friend
What her friend could not imagine.
Formidable are the laces and the nets
-It is not a joke-
Where falls the one who loves with love.
And what to say,
Since I know and know his ways
And that I rank among his people?
Did she take me, embrace and seize me?
Yes, certainly, and she will never be deprived of it.
No one but you could, lady,
Imagine the duration of this evil.
Please don't forget it
Because at no time does my heart forget you.