Requiem pour un con [English translation]

Listen to the organ

It plays for you

That tune is terrible

I hope you like

It's quite beautiful, isn't it?

It's the requiem for a twat

I composed it specially for you

In your sordid memory

It's a pretty theme

You don't find

The ressemblance to yourself?

Poor twat

Here's the organ

Starting again

You must learn that tune by heart

So that you don't even

Hesitate

On the requiem for a twat

What's that face for?

Don't you appreciate it?

But what is it inside

That you don't like?

Personally I don't mind

Whether you like it or not

I'll play you it again

Poor twat