Un monsieur me suit dans la rue [English translation]

I was a little girl,

at least I believed it.

I was wearing espadrilles,

I still had something to play with.

But one day, down the road,

while I was coming back from school,

I see a stranger,

who tracks me down on my steps.

A gentleman follows me down the road,

I had dreamt about that pretty often

and was so emotional from the start.

What will pass by now ?

When he followed me down the road,

I was thinking that this would be marvellous.

When he followed me down the road,

he was nothing but a disgusting old man.

The trip has its mysteries:

I am passionately appreciated

for a man, a gangster

who starts conversation.

And when I visit him,

I must pay attention.

I know that they are after him,

to send him to jail.

Now here that he follows me down the road,

with a large slipper that walks yelling,

as long as he hasn't recognized me.

I'm afraid that there may be agents.

Oh my God, that becomes terrifying.

They always follow me down the road,

they approach their hands smiling.

I fell sick

on a great bed full white.

The trip on marmelade

with my poor forehead burning.

A priest asks me:

"Do you want the Good God ?"

Well, I prefer waiting

for times when I went well.

Here that they follow me down the road.

The men meet, respectfully.

It's for me, I would never have yelled him

because the women cross themselves passing by.

The way I go across the streets,

I wait for the life and the movement.

All the world follows me down the road,

everyone at night, while I'm frightened.