To those who got cash, pinchin some dough
It's quiet moral but that pays, that pays
I'll steal marbles and pecadillo
yesses or nos for the big thrill
I'll steal things, obsolete devices
bizarre things and wirks of art
I'll take without remorse, their ring to the corpse
and of couse, their rope to the hangman
stealing my cake and eat it
I'll prosper from the illgotten gains
The little stealer has only one law:
what's yours is mine
I'll wear a velvet and satin costume
Black as night, rather stay unassuming
A domino mask on the nose and hands in gloves
half Fantomette*, half Fantomas*
like a reference for the stealers**
the crooks and burglars
I'd like to be considered as a queen
secret and smart, by the whole underworld
But always alone like the real wrongs are
I wouldn't share I'd keep the whole loot
And I wouldn't care for the poors (the French sentence is grammaticaly wrong and has an awkward sense)
No Robin Hood nor Arsene Lupin***
I'll steal white iron, gold and diamonds
jewels, chains, the queen's necklace
I'll for sure steal the grocerer's orange
to bring luck to my racoon
I'll still be stealing the day of my death
all the wallets of the mourning familly
Making profit from the stolen cake I ate
I'll prosper from the illgotten gains
the little stealer has only one law:
what is yours is mine
And if comes the day when I'm got rotten luck
In front of the court, I won't loose my temper
I only have the will, dear sirs of the jury,
of the well done work n' craft industry
What tells us the world if we listen to it
dough or death, hands up
here go go go the provident funds****
the temple merchants and their stakeholders
Rather not be surprised that is drive some envious
we don't need all that demonstration
by dint of saying "I want of it too"
We will all end in the "stealing industry"
We'll steal marbles and kisses to girls
little candies, and neutron bombs
Go to the pay desk, we only take cash
and somtimes stock-options
stealers or speculators
all our swindles are the same
Making profit from the stolen cake I ate
I'll prosper from the illgotten gains
the little stealer has only one law:
what is yours is mine