It's from prison that I'm writing to you,
My poor Polyte,
Yesterday I don't know what came over me,
At the visit
These are illnesses that you can't see
When it breaks out,
Nevertheless, today I'm in a heap. ..
In Saint-Lazare!
But in the meantime, you, old dog,
What are you going to do?
I can't help you send nothing of nothing,
It's misery
Here everyone is devastated,
The embers are rare
It takes three months to make a linen ©,
In Saint-Lazare!
True, to know you like that, penniless,
I'm pissed off!
You're capable of doing something wrong,
I'm not at peace.
You have too much pride to pick up
Cigar bits,
All the while 'time I'm going to spend,
In Saint-Lazare!
Go and find the big one Nana,
Say that I beg her
To hide for I'll give it back
When I get out.
Above all, don't make small talk,
While I'm laughing
And while I'm drink some medicine,
In Saint-Lazare!
And what's worse, my little wolf, don't drink too much,
You know you're ringworm,
And that when you have a little bit of syrup
You don't care;
If you got kicked, one evening,
In a fight,
Y no one would come to see me
In Saint-Lazare!
I finish my letter by kissing you,
Farewell, my man
Despite the fact that you are not caressing,
Ah! I adore you like
I adored the good Lord like dad,
And that I was going to take communion at Saint'-Marguerite.

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