Marie la Française [English translation]

Oh, my Paname, how you are far

For the harlots,

And that the Seine was pretty

Under the June sun,

Under the June sun.

At the bottom of old Sidney,

Under the railway bridge,

We just did our business

To Marie the Frenchwoman.

Do not be surprised

Because, with the sailors,

As soon as they are a bit screwed up

It's better to hide her weight.

Eighty-five dollars,

It snaps a night of binge

When we have just docked.

After two months without women

They could not know

That she was crazy enough

To put that aside

To see Notre-Dame.

Oh, my Paname, how you are far

For the harlots,

And that the Seine was pretty

Under the June sun,

Under the June sun.

At the cemetery of Sidney,

A pastor, in passing,

Mutters with disdain

An English prayer.

Do not be surprised:

At the home of well-meaning people,

Everyone does not care

About Marie the Frenchwoman.

Only a little old woman

Will continue to believe

That with a very chic man

His daughter is married

And the sunny days,

In her Rochechouart street,

Will think that in the Americas,

Marie has forgotten him...

Oh, my Paname, how you are far

For the harlots

And that the Seine was pretty

Under the June sun,

Under the June sun.

• Artist:Édith Piaf