Be happy happy happy – sing glory to the Lord
With a beauty and a trophy and a skillful lucky sword
And swaying swaying swaying with the feathers on the hat
We’ll whisper to the Good Fortune: “A nice chitchat!”
Again old saddle creeks upon the horse
The wind is blowing cold onto the recent scar
Hey, Sir why had you gone again so far?
Can’t you afford self-pity and remorse?
Be happy happy happy – sing glory to the Lord
With a woman of rare beauty and a skillful lucky sword
And swaying swaying swaying with the feathers on the hat
We’ll whisper to Good Fortune: “A nice chitchat!”
Yes, Paris needs the money – such is life!
The knights are also in a high demand
But what’s on Earth a knight without a love
And what’s a knight without a practiced hand?
Be happy happy happy – sing glory to the Lord
With a beauty and a trophy and a skillful lucky sword
And swaying swaying swaying with the feathers on the hat
We’ll whisper to the Good Fortune: “Hey, nice chitchat!”
Be happy happy happy – sing glory to the Lord
With a beauty and a trophy and a skillful lucky sword
And swaying swaying swaying with the feathers on the hat
We’ll whisper to Good Fortune, we’ll whisper to Good Fortune
We’ll tell Good Fortune: “Hey…
… A nice chitchat – a deserved reward!”
