La fille damnée [English translation]

Tell me how many how many pence*

Blacksmith, to shoe my horse

It's five pounds* for you, my prince

Only five pounds and a penny

I hear singing

I hear singing

The damned girl

I hear singing

To the waxing moon

I hear the bird signing

My beautiful, my so beautiful

Leading into the night

At the first iron that you will put

My good father, he'll call you

At the first nail that you will place

He'll call you, my father

I hear singing

I hear singing

The damned girl

I hear singing

To the waxing moon

I hear the bird signing

My beautiful, my so beautiful

Leading into the night

Who is this devil who calls me 'father'

Tell me who was on the field

It's the girl, your dear daughter Jeanne

Your dead and buried daughter

I hear singing

I hear singing

The damned girl

I hear singing

To the waxing moon

I hear the bird signing

My beautiful, my so beautiful

Leading into the night

Tell me, my daughter, who has damned you

Over there on the moor and the wheat

This is the man along the sea

Every day he came to find me

I hear singing

I hear singing

The damned girl

I hear singing

To the waxing moon

I hear the bird signing

My beautiful, my so beautiful

Leading into the night

Take my body, my ring, and my dress

Under the moon you must burn them

Into the mist you will throw my ashes

Into the wind, into the wind you will throw them

I hear singing

I hear singing

The damned girl

I hear singing

To the waxing moon

I hear the bird signing

My beautiful, my so beautiful

Leading into the night

• Artist:Cécile Corbel
• Album:Songbook Vol. 2