I would like to hold the child of Mary
Who had it engraved under my statue
He lived his whole life
Between honor and virtue
Me who deceived my friends
From false oath to false oath
I who deceived my friends
From New Year's Day to New Year's Day
I who deceived my mistresses
From feeling to feeling
I who deceived my mistresses
From spring until spring
br/>Ah, it's Marie's child, I would love it
There and I would like
That the children wouldn't look at me
I would like to hold the child of Lent
Who had it engraved under my statue
The gods remember those they love
And it was him they loved the most
I who never prayed to God
Only when I had a toothache
I who never prayed to God
Only when I was afraid of Satan
I who only prayed to Satan
When I was in love
I who only prayed to Satan
When I was afraid of the good Lord
Ah, it's a child of Lent, I would love him
There and I would like
That the children would not look at me
I would like to hold the bastard's child
Who had it engraved under my statue
He died like a hero
He died like no one dies more
Me who went to war
Because I was so bored
Me who went to war
To see if the Germans' wives
Me who died in the war
Because the women of the Germans
I who died in the war
For not having been able to do otherwise
Ah, that's You bastard child, I would love him
There and I would like
That my children would not look at me