Quel che si dice [Comme ils disent] [English translation]

I live alone with my mum

in a old house, Evergreen terrace

with a cat free in the house

The tortoise with no age and the canaries.

Because mum could rest a little

it's me seen that I can, to cook,

Put in order, and to tidy,

Go to the mall and, why not,

sewing too.

No fear to work

I'm a little bit decorator

And a little stylist

But in the night I know

I'm giving all I have

I am an artist.

I do a special act

That ends with me bare naked

That is for me

And in the hall I see that

The males say about me

"Is he a man or what they say?"

At dinner, about at three

I have many friends around me,

of all sexes

There's an air of cordiality

An absolute liberty without any complexion

Discovering truth

About who we don't like, we stone him

Always with humour

But with fine

we destroy him.

There's some retarded that

believes to mock at me

by wiggling his hips.

Poor people, they don't know

they're ridiculous, to pity.

They laugh the more they can,

they talk by gestures of a tenor

or a great actress.

I let the jokes

pass high over me,

a man or what they say.

I come home at dawn and I already know

that in my house I'll find again my sadness.

I'll take off my wig and lashes

But I won't remove the signs of my tiredness

I lie down but I can't sleep.

I think 'bout my love with no joy and derisory.

To him that only I know, he enflames beatiful like a God,

My thinkings

I won't dare to talk to him

I know I won't reveal him

My condemnation

If the best of his youth

In anonymous beds he gives to a woman

But don't look at me withe severe look, judging.

What's my fault if mother nature makes of me a man or what they say?

• Artist:Charles Aznavour