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Gastibelza
Gastibelza

Hugo

Gastibelza, the man with the gun
Sang:
Did anyone know Donna Sabine?
Anyone here?
Dance,villagers, sing! Night is falling
On Mount Falou.
And the wind coming down from the mountain
Is driving me mad..

Did anyone know Sabine,
My mistress?
Her mother was old Maugrabine,
Of Antequerra,
Who’d screech every night
Like an owl
In the Tour Magne.
And the wind coming down from the mountain
Is driving me mad..

Dance, sing, make the most
Of what the hours bring.
She was young and her eye, so full of joy,
Made me think on these things.
Throw the old man with a child
A penny.
And the wind coming down from the mountain
Is driving me mad.

Dance, villagers, sing! Night is falling
On Mount Falou.
Sabine, one day sold everything, her dove-like beauty,
And her love,
For the gold ring of the Count de Saldagne,
For a piece of jewellery.
The wind coming down from the mountain
Is driving me mad!

Here, on this old bench, let me rest
For I am tired.
Then, with this Count, she ran off!
Ran off, alas!
She took the Serdagne road,
Where to, I don’t know.
The wind coming down from the mountain
Is driving me mad!

I saw her pass my place
And that was all.
But now, I worry all the time,
Sick to my heart.
An idle dreamer, my spirit at war,
My dagger beyond use.
The wind coming down from the mountain
Is driving me mad.

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