Marguerite [English translation]

When I first saw Marguerite, I thought "what a weird name", and besides the season is not right to make love in a meadow.

Me, my heart is chrysanthemum and my soul is sad.

When I first saw Marguerite, Marguerite said "don't come too close to me".

See, I did not listen, and now I'm just sitting here like an idiot, playing she loves me, she loves me not with Tulip, Camelia, Rose and Lilac.

When I first saw Marguerite I thought "where is she coming from, that one?". What's this dum name from another era, and I don't like flowers that much anyway, don't like things that smell good.

I'd rather have spliffs than petals, and some booze too.

Marguerite she's my speeds, my loves at first sight, my blues, not really a good screw but it's hitting bullseye every time.1

It's like a nocturnal perfume that would taste of dawn, because she never says "I love you", because without any doubt, freedom at her fingertips, between the hammer and a the anvil, she is the firefly in the dead of nights, it's like driving without a license.

Marguerite, the Daisy, the Daisy, the Daisy...

When I first saw Marguerite, it was like the finger to me, the insubordination saying "I have Neither God nor master, nor anybody else", like a stiff finger raised high at the face of all the gods, all the fiends, it's the solidarity with the workers and also the freedom of the heart.

When we clock in at her door, we're all somewhat unemployed, and still I'm just sitting here like an idiot, playing she loves me, she loves me not with Tulip, Camelia, Rose and Lilac.

Marguerite she's beautiful like a car crash, like a truck without brakes, Marguerite she's crazy and to say the truth I rather like it when she throws dishes around, when she blows my fuses and says she doesn't like my songs.

Marguerite she's my speeds, my loves at first sight, my blues, not really a good screw but it's hitting the bullseye every time. She's the firefly in the dead of my nights, yes rain rises on the cheek.

Marguerite she's my black nights, my red nights, my white nights. She's like a train that would wander for sure but doesn't stop at stations. she's the firefly in the dead of nights, it's like driving without a license.

Marguerite she's not the right one, but she's fucking hot!2 Nearly as hot as Marie, a bit less of a whore too. I would gladly make a religion out of her, or an horizon, I sure can die tomorrow as long as she houses me in her loins.

She's like a pirate ship, like a dog with a hurt paw. Marguerite she has the taste of the sea, she has the drunkenness of vodka, the craziness of tequila, she's a bit Mexican, and a bit French too.

She's everything you want her to be, all the possible at your fingertips. She sends you halfway around the world just by opening her eyelids.

Marguerite she's my speeds, my loves at first sight. Marguerite she's my speeds, my loves at first sight.

Marguerite she's my speeds, my loves at first sight, my blues, not really a good screw but it's hitting bullseye every time. She's the firefly in the dead of nights, it's like driving without a license. Marguerite she's beautiful like a car crash, like a truck without brakes, Marguerite she's crazy and to say the truth I rather like it when she throws dishes around, when she blows my fuses and says she doesn't like my songs.

1. In French all those expressions are used with "coup", which is lost in English2. The previous translation for "bonne" was a bit soft, it's a fairly vulgar word. The word play is lost in English: "c'est pas la bonne" = "She's not the one" "elle est bonne" = "she's hot", the two expressions use the same word "bonne" with a very different meaning and connotation