Lady d'Arbanville [Version française] [English translation]

My lady d'Arbanville,

You are alone tonight

Your eyes seem so weary,

That it is such a despair to me

That it is such a despair to me

My lady d'Arbanville,

The master is not here

And just as always,

He will not come home

He will not come home

Oh, lady d'Arbanville,

When he took you with him

In your wedding dress,

Your eyes looking like they were singing

Your eyes looking like they were singing

My lady d'Arbanville,

Your eyes are grey tonight

Your skin, so pale,

Torments me

Torments me

My lady d'Arbanville,

When the sun is low,

You see him ride into the distance

He is a handsome horseman

He is a handsome horseman

Oh, lady, my lady,

The master is not here

Oh, my lady, my lady

He will not come home

He will not come home

• Artist:Dalida