La lettre [English translation]

I received a letter

Perhaps a month ago

It arrived in error

A mistake by the postman

Sprayed with perfume

Red carmine lipstick

Should I have opened it

Perhaps not

But me, I am a man

who likes this kind of game

I don't care if she calls me

Alphonse or Fred, it’s as she wants

As she wants

Pretty daisies

To dot her "i"s

Curves written

As in the abbeys

Some misspellings

A slight dyslexia

And by way of signature

“The sexy little blond”

And me, I am a man

who likes this kind of game

I do not like the nuns

And I fell in love

In love

She's writing that on Sunday

She will be on the cliff

Where I took her by the hips

And if hypothetically

I would not have the tact

To assume my lovemaking

She will choose the impact

30 meters below

And me, I am a man

who likes this kind of game

I don't want her to hurt herself

Because I fell in love

In love

Thanks to the postmark

From an English Channel town

I was at the outpost

On the Sunday morning

The place was deserted

I will have to be patient

Suicidal blonds

Are not so numerous

And me, I am a man

who likes this kind of game

Wanting to beat Newton

Because I fell in love

In love

She was looking over the Channel

When I recognized her

I took by the sleeve **

My naive little girl

Who wasn't so naive

By the look of the profile

One little inhabitant

Was making beneath her navel

And me, I am a man

who likes this kind of game

He can call me

“Papa” If he wants to

If he wants to