Arvoles yoran por luvias
I muntanyas por ayres
Ansi yoran los mis ojos
Por ti kerida amante
Torno i digo ke va ser de mi
En tierras ajenas yo me vo murir.
Blanka sos blanko vistes
Blanka la tu figura
Blankas flores kaen de ti
De la tu ermozura
Ven veras i ven veras
Ven i veras veremos
L'amor ke tenemos los dos
Ven mos lo gozaremos.
Trees cry for rain,
And mountains for the wind,
And so my eyes weep
For you my dear sweetheart.
I ask again what will become of me,
I will die in a foreign land.
You are white and white you wear,
White is your figure,
White flowers fall out from you, from your beauty.
Come and you will see,
We will see,
Let's enjoy our love.
