Monsieur Saint-Pierre [English translation]

There's nothing to say, I really like life

And handsome boys, a little too much.

I have a heart that multiplies

And also makes me do funny things (?)

And I can't manage to get ashamed.

Quietly, I'm a girl of nothing,

But when I will have to be held accountable

I ask myself if it will all go well

And it scares me, because I've been told

That I won't go to Heaven.

Oh, my good Mr. Saint Peter,

I'm chatting with you about my behaviour.

You can pass me a bar of soap (?)

And call me all the names,

You can make me lose my bag,

The one I stole on Bac street,

But keep my place in Paradise.

I've really been told that it's beautiful.

Look at me well.

I'm so poor.

Look at my hands,

The hands of poverty

And look at all my sins

And my old heart tired of cheating.

There are a lot of names written on it.

It's not my fault, they all liked me.

Oh, my good Mr. Saint Peter,

I don't know how how to pray

But they say you're so kind.

Keep my place in Paradise.

There's nothing to say, I liked life

But now, it's not taking me anywhere.

I'm here all cold and stiff

Between four wooden planks.

Really, my soul isn't proud

In front of the crystal door

Where I glimpse, behind Saint Peter

An ideal eternity.

I'm only a soul of nothing at all,

I don't even know how to fall on my knees.

Oh, my good Mr. Saint Peter,

I'm chatting with you about my behaviour.

You can take all my desires away from me,

Deprive me of all my memories

And even take away my clip

The one the handsome Philippe paid for

But give me my place in Paradise.

I've really been told that it's beautiful.

Look at me well.

I'm so poor.

Look at my hands,

The hands of poverty

And look at all my sins

And my old heart tired of cheating.

Of all the names written on it,

There's one more, that of Jesus.

Oh my good Mr. Saint Peter,

I don't know how to pray

So let's say that I didn't say anything

But keep me in Paradise.