here was a shy and silly boy
happily his life he would enjoy
He treated everything as a toy
was a very dull boy
...
il y avait un garçon timide et stupide
heureusement, sa vie, il aimerait
Il a tout traité comme un jouet
était un garçon très terne
...
The Sentimental Silly Boy
here was a shy and silly boy
happily his life he would enjoy
He treated everything as a toy
was a very dull boy
He fell in love of a city girl
And wanted to express to the pretty girl
The silly boy fell deep in her love
But was noble like a cow
He was very coward and fool
Remained always lazy and cool
And always remained engrossed in thoughts
Tied his love in big knots
One day he was walking on a road
Dressed in a long overcoat
He saw the city girl from a distance
And felt greatly tense
But followed her like a dog
And hita boy with a log.
The city girl was abused by that boy
Whose name was mad Roy
The city girl never loved him
As he was weak and thin
He would always fight with Roy
And day by day lost his joy
The city girl left the village and went to her home
The silly boy wept a lot in his room
His heart was full of fear
As the girl was not there
After a year she came back
But the silly boy courage did lack
He laughed in joy like a donkey
As if he had amassed tons of honey
He tried to express his love
But was stopped by his heart now
Mad Roy met the silly boy again
abused the city girl again
The silly boy tried to stop him
But mad Roy soundly slapped him
The silly boy shot him in his chest
And ran towards the west
He killed mad Roy
And lost his joy
He repented over his misdeed
For becoming the victim of lust and greed
He did not expose his secret matter
And wrote for the city girl a love letter
She did not accept the offer
The silly boy beat his head with leather
He cried at nights as an owl
As his heart was broken, so his soul
He accepted his old crime
Of killing mad Roy one time
He was arrested by cops
And was tied with ropes
Then was hanged like a coat
His dead body was thrown into a boat
God sent him to the hell
The angels rang the bell
He did not remain there well
Had a big story to tell
On the way he met the Devil
Who had made him to do the evil
Devil asked him about mad Roy
Who was killed by the silly boy
‘I am the silly boy', replied the boy
‘I always hated mad Roy'.
‘Well-done my friend! ' Exclaimed the Devil
You have done a great evil
And played a great game
Also honored my wicked name.'
‘Go and play with Roy in hell
Goodbye and farewell! '