L'enfant de la débauche
Le Rêve du Diable
The Child of Debauchery
When I was born in the shadow of the foliage
When I was born my father told me
That I would become a child of debauchery
That I would become a carefree child
At barely seven years old, I was sent to school
At fourteen, I roamed freely
At eighteen, I experienced the madness
Of laying my hand on a little glass of wine
But at twenty, my father married me off
Two months later, my wife left me
So I took my bottle for my wife
And swore to never leave it
At forty, my father asked me
To share my wealth with his
I told him the only sharing I would do
Is with my bottle, and I am its heir
At sixty, they carried me to the grave
Remembering what my father had told me
That I would become a child of debauchery
That I would become a carefree child
