A fatal plan emerges Still held in secrecy The army, now disbanded By strict royal decree
We all are disappointed We wonder what goes on The royal dispositions Are hard to understand
We're on our own We're left alone In a tempest of time Our destination so far Becoming shady, bizarre In ambiguity
The king, complacently Amid of adulation Surrounded by Hypocritical nobility
While he enjoys his leisure Appointed confidents Negotiate infamously With fraudulent burgundians
In these turbulent times Filled with misery and crime Uncared-for victims of war Machinations, obscured Corruption prevails In a political game
Jeanne, isolated now From now on, on her own Without any command In the care of La Tremoille
He is a devious person But royal chamberlain She is afraid of treason By this insidious man
She foresees disaster But yet she's marching on Towards the enemies To combat them at Compiègne
Only a tiny army Is still there at here side Despite we bravely battled No chance to win the fight
Meamwhile we were surrounded Lost in an awful state By a superior army Beside the bridgehead gate
Helpless, we saw dismayed How Jeanne was taken captive And in the fatal hands Of our enemiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
