Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
   Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
   Oh fine Sir who admire yourself in vain
   in the lying mirror of vanities
   your gentle pale and diaphanous face
   tomorrow only tomorrow the smallpox disfigured will have.
  
   Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
   Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
   Oh gentle Lady owner of virtue
   by anyone loved and revered as much as you please
   each onus and honour of yours
   dying in chilbirth you'll take with you in the next world.
  
   Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
   Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
   Oh noble Lord with a mainly air
   today you're making the counting of your own properties
   castles, lands, men that today are yours
   tomorrow your enemies will put to fire and sword.
  
   Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
   Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
   Lovely girl facing life
   you dance plaisant airs and receive the hand-kissing
   furtive glances and awaited loves forget
   'cause tomorrow your father will make you become a nun.
  
   Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
   Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
   Me who I am jester and nothing I own
   neither lands nor virtue or beauty or chastity
   today I am your humble servant
   tomorrow I'll be servant of whom will ruin you.
  
   Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
   I am the jester I don't fear neither enemy or majesty,
   Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
   I am the jester I don't fear neither enemy or majesty.