La fille du Père Noël [English translation]

I found her in the morning,

All naked in my big shoes.

Placed in front of the fireplace,

No need to draw a picture of you.

The beat that stopped my heart,

On the bed I threw my whip,

Against her, I leaned.

And her beauty made me mute.

Tired, I have a hangover.

All night I helped my father.

In the fire I put wood.

In the chimney had his father.

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It was the daughter of Father Christmas.

I was the son of Bogeyman.

She was called Mary Christmas.

My name was Jean Balthazar.

I take the girl into my arms,

She told me but not Balthazar,

So don't rely on the arm,

I came here by chance.

All night, I whipped

A vengeance, wicked people.

All night, she has given

Presents to all the children

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Down at her home by mistake,

She was there in my shoes.

And since I couldn't take her heart,

I gave it on the landing.

It was the daughter of the Father Christmas.

I was the son of Father Bogeyman.

And she told me of a rattle voice.

Bye bye! Random Balthazar.

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