La petite voleuse [English translation]

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