Bak et halleluja [English translation]

Father, I must beg forgiveness

It's my fault that Tony is draped in tarp

I have violated Monsieur Clavier's regulations

You know that I can not deal with him

I beg you. Help, father, help me.

I'm standing in boots of cement, father, help me.

I said "Russian roulette is not a good idea"

But he felt in good spirits, so he forced me along

I saw him spin the magazine

He placed the barrel between his teeth

I shall pray for you, my son

For by Him you are not yet judged

For no one can say no to the sum which Monsieur Clavier gave

And only Father Martin knows what lies behind a hallelujah

Tony has a formidable doppelganger

Track him down, set up a contract, give him money.

You can grab a handfull out of our donations

You can become like most folks, or become a priest

But never come back, for your days here are numbered

I shall pray for you, my son

For by Him you are not yet judged

For no one can say no to the sum which Monsieur Clavier gave

And only Father Martin knows what lies behind a hallelujah

And only Father Martin knows what lies behind a hallelujah

And only Father Martin knows