HANDWRITTEN SONG THAT RAN IN THE MONTH OF AUGUST 1814 .

That, under the yoke of the librarians,
We book our authors encor
Censors, inspectors,
Literary rats de cave,
Laugh with me.
Ah! to laugh
And to be honest,
There is no need, my faith,
On the privilege of the king!

The state has more than one member
That the press would tremble,
We had feared his outspokenness
In the chamber and the antechamber,
Laugh with me.
Ah! to laugh
And to be honest,
There is no need, my faith,
On the privilege of the king!

This room sensible
Leash, with submission
Out procession
And contain the thought,
Laugh with me.
Ah! to laugh
And to be honest,
There is no need, my faith,
On the privilege of the king!

A tyrannical censor well
The mind is the jailer,
And with his prisoner
He never communicates
Laugh with me.
Ah! to laugh
And to be honest,
There is no need, my faith,
On the privilege of the king!

When we are already hard to see,
When it is difficult to walk,
Pretending to blow
Let off the light,
Laugh with me.
Ah! to laugh
And to be honest,
There is no need, my faith,
On the privilege of the king!

A minister, which irritates
When doing her lesson
Lise whispered my song
Who manages handwritten him
Laugh with me.
Ah! to laugh
And to be honest,
There is no need, my faith,
On the privilege of the king!