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

My room in the shape of a cage

The sun passes his arm through the window

The hunters at my door like little soldiers

Who want to take me

I don't want to work

I don't want to do lunch

I just want to forget

And so I smoke

I've already met the perfume of love

A million roses didn't smell so fragrant

Now one single flower within those that surround me

Makes me sick

Chorus

I'm not proud of this,

Life that wants to kill me

It's magnificent to be nice

But I'll never know it

Chorus