Je Suis Décadente [English translation]

I am a caretaker in Debussy Street

In my building there's only thinkers

It's me that I am (1) their muse

I smoke a pipe and eat flowers

I am decadent

In the morning when I'm cleaning the stairs

Standing on my bad legs with varicose veins

I think of Sisyphe and his rock

That falls again and again in the abysses

I am decadent

When Ernest wants to make love with me

I tell him "What's the point ?" resentfully

He replied, "Why not,"; what a shame

I married a primitive guy

I am decadent

Sometimes when I feel too weary

I stick a paper on my door

With written on it : the caretaker is anguished

Take your mail by yourself

I am decadent

But the everyday life suicide

It's really not a life (2)

Despair is not sane

You get tired of it and it makes you ugly

To be decadent

To feel that you're nothing here on earth

It leads to all vices

Smoking some marijuana

Is bad for my rheumatism

I am decadent

I'm tired of being depressed

I'm gonna buy a place in the city of Passy

At least here, I can be somebody

And I will trust Life

I'll be deserving

I'll have a role and some obligations

I'll never gonna paint my nails in black again

I'll eat a yogurt every evening

When i'll be a psychiatrist

In Mozart Avenue