El Gall
- M'he guanyat cada lloança, cada crit d'admiració! Sóc el símbol de la França! I al corral, quan ve pitança, jo l'estreno, gall que só. Ja qui em guaita ho endevina: em pertoca de manar. El meu bec no és de joguina ni soporta cap gallina l'espurneig del meu mirar.
I si el sol, per la galvana que se jaça li encomana, veu la boira i no la fon, - Què fas? -crido- tarambana! Treu el nas i alegra el món! Ja qui em guaita ho endevina: em pertoca de manar. El meu bec no és de joguina.
The Rooster
- I've earned every praise, every shout of admiration! I'm the symbol of France! And in the coop, when the food comes, I’m the first to eat, the rooster that I am. Those who watch me can tell: it’s my time to lead. My beak isn’t a toy and it doesn’t take any hen the sparkle of my gaze.
And if the sun, through the fog that lies down, spreads its light, sees the mist and doesn’t melt it, - What are you doing? - I shout - you fool! Show your face and brighten the world! Those who watch me can tell: it’s my time to lead. My beak isn’t a toy.