Marguerite [English translation]

When I first saw Marguerite, I thought "what a wierd forename", 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 Lilac1.

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

I'd rather have grass2 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 bullseyes every time3.

It's like a scent of night sessions that would taste of dawn, because she nevers says "I love you", because without any doubt, freedom at her fingertips, between a rock and a hard place, 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 finger4 to me, the insubordination saying "I have Neither God nor master, nor anybody else", like a stiff finger raised at the face of all the gods, all the fiends, that's the solidarity with the workers and also the freedom of the heart.

When we clock in5 at her door, we're all somewat 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 does not like my songs.

Marguerite she's my speeds, my loves at first sight, my blues, not really a good screw but it's bullseyes every time. She's the firefly in the dead of my nights, yes rain rises on the cheek6.

Marguerite she's my black nights, my red nights, my white nights. She's like a train that would wander for sure but would not 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 man is she good! Nearly as good 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 loins7

She's like a pirate ship, like a dog with a hurt paw. Marguerite she tastes of the sea, she's fresh as rivers, intoxicating like vodka, crazy like tequila, she's a bit of a 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 eyes.

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 bullseyes 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 does not like my songs.

1. all possible feminine forenames in French, some of them rather uncommon, though2. spliff3. all these expressions are based on various meanings of "coup", but rendering then in English is beyond my capabilities4. or V-sign depending on which side of the Atlantic you stand5. pun on "pointer" (clock in) and "se pointer" (slang for "come around")6. *very* unusual expression in French, a metaphor for tears7. there is an obvious and pretty crude pun with "ma bite entre ses reins" -> "my cock between her kidneys" (how rude, Damien!)