I asked my brother in secret, in a letter, / If he’d help me find a man. / I asked my brother in secret, in a letter, / If any man was missing, or not, in the king’s court. / - Yes, don Juan de Flores has been missing seven years; / Some lady like you must have him at home. / - Oh, if my father knew I’ve got him at home, / He’d kill me and my mother would cook me in a cauldron.

The baker woman has saved money easily: / She has money, she told me, without any shame, what a insolent woman! // - How did you save this money, most charming woman? / - From the mayor’s bag, because he comes very often. // The unhappy solders goes to this oven, too, but I / prefer the mayor to the warriors. / The young gentlemen also wanted to charm me with beautiful words / But beautiful words don’t touch my heart. // A friar also came to me with a flower branch in his hand, / But I’m not in this world to satisfy with flowers. // - Me, madam, I’m not the mayor, nor a soldier, nor a young gentleman, neither a friar, but I’m just a hot baker. // - You say “hot baker”: what do you mean by this? / - Madam, I’m the baker for lovers ... // - I’ve never heard this strange expression until now; / How do you get on in this job? // - If you’d accept me as your companion, I would knead / Your lovely labour with pleasure, I’m sure It would satisfy you. / I’d be there even at night to satisfy your needs, / With the stick of the oven under my hand to use the oven whenever it’s needed. // - At least you know how to explain // What you want from my weak virtue, // Even like this, I prefer my mayor // Because he knows how to honour me with his money. // I hope he won’t have a cure!

The pink and the rose / How beautiful and graceful they are! / The king of Navarre / Has made a promise. / He has three sons / And he will give a rose to each one of them; / Choose one of them for you, / Beautiful and graceful lady. // You gave it with nobility, / Everybody knows that, / With the money you gave us / We will make two axes. / The axe will need a string, / The string will need wax: / I hope you’ll get into the Paradise / With fourteen thousand angels. // Leave him, leave him in silence / He doesn’t have any money; / He has a bag full / Of small stones; / when he’s back / He will take the bag full of white lice / Once and again, / I hope he crashes his spine; / And until I’m a doctor.

The more cheerful Easter / Is the one in May. / When I woke up this morning / It was Easter. / I woke up this morning / To walk in the streets. / To walk in the streets. / Day and night. / Day and night / When the stars are shining and / In front of my love. / My love goes down the street / To do the right thing by her family / To do the right thing by her family and / Treat them. / My love was sat at the head of the table / And me, I was in the middle. / My mind wanted to say yes, yes, and / My heart didn’t help much. / She winked at me, I winked at her. / We were sorry for each other / We were sorry for each other / We hurt each other’s soul. / A rowdy student / Realized what was happening. / He started realizing and / He started reproaching us. / Rower student, / When will you say the mass? / With the money from your mass / I will make you a cassock…

- Alejotxo, you’ve put on your new trousers, / What will the people of Alsasua say? / The girls of Alsasua, with patches on their shirts, / Have fallen in love with the French boys. / The French boys are marching across the new bridge / And the girls are going with them. / The boys are going forward and the girls are staying behind. / - Goodbye, Alejotxo, will you ever come back? / When she went into her house, Catalina said to her mother: / - I’m going die of missing Alejotxo. / Be quiet, my daughter, / - Our Alejotxo will come back. / If news comes that he’s died there, / We’ll offer him bread and light. // Another man with another profession.