La petite princesse aux seins écrasés [English translation]

Endressed in apple skin

She tartelises herself quiet

A pretty core in her skin dress

She tartelises herself quiet

One day she was apple-blossom-fragile

And she walked through the town

She sugared her breasts in attempt to seduce a man

She snowied glucose up to her eyelashes

As a cloud tart

She didn't seduce anyone

She snowied glucose up to her eyelashes and said to herself

What good it is to slice in a rush

Three clouds on the way {x2}

"Ola pretty junkie," said a Spaniard

Who firmly believed

That she must be sniffing glue

She suddenly burst into tears

Like an open cloud

Spraying her chest with a never-ending river

Her dress suddenly started, started to shrink

Quickly turning her into a pathetic core

From a fast breastary

She tried to sketch but it was too late

Her chest was flattened

What good is it to slice in a rush

Three clouds on the way {x6}