I'm taking you to the celebration
To the merry-go-round were madmen rape each other
In the middle of the screams of the beast
So you can drown in this ocean of beggars
Like a heart hidden under fat,
At the meeting on Abbesses Square
The pigeons pretend to smile
Before defecating on us
Come all and stone yourselves
At the meeting on Abbesses Square
Mrs. Empty-Shell will be your hostess
Come here to soak your joys and your sorrows
The whores want to change their breath, too
You, who so often dreamt of coming1
You, who so often wanted to suffer
You'll probably shed a tear
At the meeting on Abbesses Square
Everything is allowed a little charm
Even a place such as this one
Here, all the egos get mixed up
Here, all the nails claw at us
It's the mark of love
Of the one we hated
Let's lay down on the bed of thorns
Let's tuck ourselves in with tender caresses
That, is the euphoria of Abbesses Square
Oh! Take me again to the meeting
On Abbesses Square
Let me devour those languid bearded women
Tell me again about those incontinent old men
Those who told me of before
Those who told me of other times
Me, who so often dreamt of coming
Me, who so often wanted to suffer
Me, who so often dreamt of coming
Me, who so often wanted to suffer
I'm taking you to the celebration
To the merry-go-round were madmen rape each other
In the middle of the screams of the beast
So you can drown in this ocean of beggars
1. Meant in a sexual way, in case it had not been made clear.