Les Oubliettes [English translation]

The girlish regrets

Of the poor poet

Waltzes slowly

In the bars

Waltzes slowly

The poor poet

For the easy girls

and for the easy boys

God how I regret

My girlish tears

This dishonest wine

That goes to my head

It's been a while

Since I had this

Famous piquette

Stored away

The pale skeleton

Of my little loves

Plays castanets

Like an Hidalgo

The night is longish

For the poor poet

Come see my dears

He's shivering

In every dancehall

I looked for Juliette

I regret I only

Found Margot

Of these little loves

That you pickpocket

From under her shirt

I've had enough

If I forever have to

Regret it by dawn

It's better to stop

My little birds

Come here cuties

In my oubliettes

That I put you on

Bread and water