Renaud
Mistral Gagnant
Miss Maggie
Women of the world or whores
who, very often, are the same
Normal women, stars or puddings
females in all kinds, I love you
Even to the lowest idiot
I want to dedicate these few verses
from my disgust for men
and of their warrior morality
Because no woman on the planet
will ever be more stupid than her brother
neither prouder nor more dishonest
à part, perhaps, Mrs Thatcher
Woman I love you because
when sport becomes war
there are no chicks, or very few
in the hordes supporters
These crazy fanatics
drenched in hatred and beer
defying the morons in blue
insulting the bastards in green
There's no such thing as a hooligan
idiot and murderer
There aren't any, even in Britain
except, of course, Mrs Thatcher
Woman I love you because
a car in your hands
you don't become as stupid as them
those poor fools who bump into each other
For a lighthouse a little damaged
or for a finger stretched high
There are some who go so far as to shoot
to save their car radio
The arm of honor of these idiots there
no woman is vulgar enough
to use it freely
except, perhaps, Mrs Thatcher
Woman I love you because
/>you're not going to die in war
because the sight of a gun
doesn't make your ovaries shiver
Because in the ranks of hunters
who disgusts the dove
and occasionally the Arabs
I have never seen a female
No woman is pathetic enough
to polish a revolver
and feel invulnerable
except, of course, Mrs Thatcher
It was not from a female brain
that the atomic bomb came
and not a woman has on her hands
the blood of American Indians
Palestinians and Armenians
testify from the depths of their tombs
only one ©nocide it's masculine
like an SS, a bullfighter
In this fucking humanity
the assassins are all brothers
not a woman to compete with
Apart, perhaps, from Mrs Thatcher
Woman I love you, above all, finally
for your weakness and for your eyes
when the strength of man cannot hold
that in his gun or in his tail
And when the final hour comes
hell will be populated by morons
playing football or war
to the one who pisses the furthest
I will change into a dog
if I can stay on earth
and as a daily street light
I 'will offer Mrs Thatcher

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