Mon coeur est au coin d'une rue

My heart is at the corner of a street
And often rolls down the drain
To crush it, the dogs rush in
The dogs are men, wolves...
You can hear them say: "I love you"
Are they sincere for even a moment?
Their confessions are always the same
When their desire shows its teeth

Like all of you, yes, ladies,
Believing in love, in vows,
Happiness flooded my soul
In my heart, spring sang
On evenings of melancholy
I shivered under desire
He said I was pretty
I thought I’d never grow old

Alas, one evening, what sadness,
My lover didn’t come back
His letter written without tenderness
Remained for me the unknown
I never understood the drama
Nothing, nothing in my head
Is there one who blames me
For rolling down to the creek?...

My heart is at the corner of a street
And often rolls down the drain
To crush it, the dogs rush in
The dogs are men, wolves...
My body is already their prey
My flesh doesn’t rebel
My God, may your creature
Suffer no more… Take her back…