La mal-aimée du courrier du cœur [English translation]

Every day sitting at her machine

For her magazine she answers letters

It is the only hope, the only way out

For the disappointed lover, for those who no longer believed

And it is true that she gives confidence

And it is true that she brings luck

But in the evening she comes home alone

The postman never has letters

Never the florist never flowers

And no one says, "I love you"

To the unloved one from the courier of the heart

And everyone shows on the track

The face he wants to show

But we say that the clown is sad

When the show ends

Yet she had adventures

Of those that last for the time of a promise

One lost, not one recovered

And no one to write to trust

And yet she gives confidence

And yet she brings luck

But in the evening she comes home alone

The postman never gets letters

Never the florist of flowers

And no one says, "I love you"

To the unloved one from the courier of the heart

And everyone shows on the track

The face he wants to show

But we say that the clown is sad

When the show ends