Pauvre Ames Infortunées

I haven't always been nice and sincere,
I truly deserved the name of witch.
But you'll see that today, I'm kind to others, Repentant I wanted to turn back. Yes? Yes!

It's true that I know a bit of magic,
It's a talent I've always possessed.
That today out of kindness, I put, I proclaim
At the service of all desperate cases.

- Pathetic!

Poor souls in distress,
In need of everything.
This soul dreams of being a skeleton,
The other seeks a little love affair,
And me what do I say? I say yes!

All these souls in distress,
In need of everything. They show up in my cauldrons,
Yelling: "Ursula save us",
And I accept, what a question!

It did happen,
That one couldn't pay,
And I admit I fried her, without compassion.

It's true that I've had complaints,
But all in all, I'm a Saint!
For all the souls in distress!

- You have style, an angelic face,
- And let's not underestimate the importance of body language!

Ah, I can say that Humans don't like chatterboxes,
They think talkative ones are boring!
That when a woman knows how to hold her tongue,
She's always much more charming,
After all, what's the use of being knowledgeable?

Plus, they have a Holy horror of conversation,
A gentleman does everything to avoid it.
But they will be at the feet of the reserved woman, It's the Queen of silence who gets loved!

Don't be afraid,
Poor soul in distress,
Decide, make your choice!
I'm a very busy woman,
And I won't spend the day on this.
It won't cost you... just your voice!

My poor soul in distress,
In need of love.
If you really want to cross the bridge,
You have to pay the bill.
Swallow well, take a deep breath,
Sign the contract and put your name.

Flotsam, Jetsam, I have her, children,
I complete my collection,
With a poor soul in distress!