Sympathique [Je ne veux pas travailler] [English translation]

My room is a form of a cage

the sun's rests his arm through the window

The cusses at my door

like tiny soldiers rage

they're asking for my thin dough

[Chorus:]

I don't want to work, I tried

I don't want to grab a bite

I want to forget outright

and on I smoke

I've known before the scent of love too well

a million roses won't

surpass it's scenting

now just a flower's smell

somewhere close to me

my guts is rending

(chorus)

I'm not the least proud of this

life that wants to kill me

It's laudable being loveable

but I will never feel it

(chorus)