Текст и перевод песни Gor - Vilan Cortes

Vilan Cortes

Vilan cortes, c'avez tot mes a mal
So qe l paire vos laisset al morir:
Cuidatz vos donc ab lo meu enreqir
Malgrat de Deu, qe us fetz fol natural?
Ja per ma fe non auretz ren del meu,
Don somonatz viandan ni romeu:
Q'adonc qeretz gierdon orbamen,
E chantatz ne ades qi no l vos ren.

Vilan Cortes

Vilan cortes, you have exhausted all my patience,
What your father left you when he died:
Do you really think with my wealth,
Despite God, who made you a natural fool?
By my faith, you will not have anything of mine,
For which you summon wayfarers and pilgrims:
Because then you shamelessly seek a reward,
And you sing to those who will give you nothing.