Kantore berri

A charming new song I’m about to sing,
If anyone’s listening, let them know:
You all know there’s a new star in Luzaiden,
It’s full of brightness and has everyone enchanted,
The poor guy has started to feel down.

Isn’t this a grand providence from the Lord?
In that square of the uprising,
Such a noble light,
That light deserves to be beautifully adored,
You’ll offer up
Myrrh or incense,
Whoever can, gold.

A young barber is said to be coming
From the direction of Spain,
To console those starry folks
With remedies in hand;
Is the young barber here,
Oh, “big miracle?”
The remedies have worked but
Nothing seems to be better,
The poor guy is left feeling sad.

If I had a little charm,
To give to you:
For this young barber
If they’re not sick,
Do you want to keep
That beautiful light of yours?
They’ll tell some lies
To those admirers
And don’t trust them.