Les dames de la poste [English translation]

I am the shame of the town.

I am the one who finds all doors closed.

Useless girls like me

are better given a wide berth.

They pretend they don't recognize me

because I've had several lovers,

but behind every curtain

there are eyes spying on me.

I am the bane of the families,

the outrage of all decent people.

Old maids shudder to think of me

Schoolkids fill their dreams with me

The post office ladies

walk out by threes

as they leave the office

at three past six sharp.

The post office ladies

go arm in arm.

People always greet them,

while when I walk

down the street,

nobody ever greets me.

Nobody loves or even sees me.

Decent people point fingers at me.

The post office ladies

walk out by threes

as they leave the office

at three past six sharp.

The post office ladies

go arm in arm.

People always greet them,

while they won't greet me.

They said the lawyer's son

killed himself for me.

Deep down I know he just did it

to annoy his father.

And still they're all mad at me,

as if I had something to do with it.

And now they are all in a huff with me,

just because I dress in black.

No, I don't put lipstick on.

I wear silken shirts and stockings.

Too bad for all the haters,

there's a man at home every night.

The post office ladies

walk out by threes

as they leave the office

at three past six sharp.

The post office ladies

in their cold beds

dream of post stamps,

while I dream

dreams of youth,

dreams of caresses.

I love life, I love love,

and I know someday

they'll find among

stamps and post orders,

still at their post,

at three past six sharp

the post office ladies

sprawled across the floor,

dead in their post office,

while I'll be alive and kicking!