Vieux bouc [English translation]

Old goat, I feel you febrile

Do you like my little navel ?

I hear screaming in the wind

Is this the cry of a dog, a child ?

Old goat, you're frail

Do you like my matins bells ?

The hymen will be my gift

Now I have hell in the blood

My little soul is dirty

Take her in your arms bare

And I'll go far, far away, so far away

Away from you, old rogue

My little soul ill

Take me in your arms bare

And we will go far, far away, so far away

...old malignant

Old goat is the time of baptism

I love you in front of eternal

I know, hell is the others

In this world, we are all at your own

My little soul is dirty

Take her in your arms bare

And I'll go far, far away, so far away

Away from you, old rogue

My little soul ill

Take me in your arms bare

And we will go far, far away, so far away...

Old goat...