Pauvres diables [Vous les femmes] [English translation]

You women, you are the charm

Your smiles attract us, disarm us

You angels, adorable

And it's that we men are poor devils

With thousands of flowers we surround you

We love you and without saying it we prove it

We believe we are strong and think we know you

When we say 'always,' your answer is 'maybe'

You women, my drama

You so sweet, you the source of my tears

Poor devils that we are

Vulnerable, miserable, us men

Poor devils, poor devils...

Ever since another has smiled at you

We pretend we don't care

We do everything to calm ourselves

But afterwards we explore

We are mad with jealousy and that flatters you

You women, you are the charm

Your smiles attract us, disarm us

You angels, adorable

And it's that we men are poor devils

Poor devils, poor devils

Mmm, poor devils...