Si j'avais des millions [English translation]

If I had millions,

tire, tire, tire, tire, tire, tire, boom,

all day long in bidi, bidi, boom,

ah, if I were made of gold.

I would not work much,

tire, tire, tire, tire, tire, tire, boom,

if I had some mini-millions—

tire, tire, tire, tire, tire, tire, bon.

I would build a house in the middle of the city,

very high with countless rooms,

with a tile roof and real parquet wood floors.

One staircase meant for going up,

another meant for going down,

and a third again

just to augment the décor.

I would find myself there

very comfortable as a wealthy woman,

trying to raise her status,

rising and climbing in theory by the weight of my jewels.

Tasting the cuisine, supervising everything,

scolding the maids,

and proud as a peacock running the house,

beating my own drum.

If I had millions,

tire, tire, tire, tire, tire, tire, boom,

all day long in bidi, bidi, boom,

ah, if I were made of gold.

I would not work much,

tire, tire, tire, tire, tire, tire, boom.

Mighty God, you who are eternal,

you might make a small effort on my behalf.

What would it change in the heights of Heaven

if I were finally made of gold?