Soubrette werd ich nie [English translation]

Sa, se, suh...

A ring at the door

Choked with fear

Knees rattles loudly

She is there before me

Black-framed glasses

Hair dyed harshly

The tea-, the tea-, the teacher

She says: "Come in, my child,

I will teach you something"

She strokes my stomach

Because of the breathing technique

I am a little surprised

She says: "Come, free yourself!"

The tea-, the tea-, the teacher

I will never be a soubrette,

Do re mi fa so ti...

She was my singing teacher,

But to sing I never did learn

Do re mi fa so ti...

She taught me so many things...

Su, sa, se, soho, soho! Soho!

The man at the lesson,

He was always there

He was her assistant,

And accompanied her on the piano

More was taught about the art of love

Than about singing

The tea-, the tea-, the teacher

"It's the feeling that counts",

She told me

Then she left me standing there

The next one is waiting already

I might not sing any operas,

But I feel free

Now I sing chansons!

I will never be a soubrette,

Do re mi fa so ti...

She was my singing teacher,

But to sing I never did learn

Do re mi fa so ti...

She taught me so many things...

Su, sa, se, soho, soho! Soho!

(Repetitions)