Renaud – Letras de Miss Maggie (English Version)

Women of the world or street
So very often just the same
I love every one I meet
Have they fame or be they plain
Down to the last stupid cow
I wish to dedicate these verses
which spring from my disgust in men
and from their warrior mentality.
Because there's no woman on this planet
quite as stupid as her brother
Nor as vain or underhanded
except, maybe, Madame Thatcher

Women, I love you because
when sport becomes war
There are no chicks, or very few
Amongst those hordes of fans
Those fanatics, mad with fury
Soaked in hate and beer
Challenging the idiots in blue
Insulting the bastards in green
No chick is a hooligan,
Nor imbecile nor murderer
No, not even in Britain
except, of course, Madame Thatcher

Women, I love you because
Sitting at the wheel
You don't become as stupid as
These poor nuts who fight each other
Because of a banged-up head-light
Or because of a finger held high.
There are those who will go as far as to gun you down
Just to save their auto radio...
The "up yours" of these idiots.
No woman is so vulgar
To use such overkill.
Aside, perhaps, from Madame Thatcher.

Women, I love you because
You don't go to war to die
Because the vision of a gun
Does not excite you.
Because in the ranks of hunters
Who blow away turtle doves
And occasionally a French North African
I never saw a woman.
No woman is wretched enough
To polish a revolver
And feel herself invincible
Excerpt, of course, Madame Thatcher.

The atomic bomb did not emerge
From a feminine mind
And no woman has on her hands
The blood of the American Indians,
Palestinians and Armenians
Testifying from the bottom of their graves
That a genocide is masculine
Like an SS or a torero.
In this hole of humanity
The killers are always the brothers
No woman can rival them.
Except, perhaps Madame Thatcher.

Women, I love you especially
For your frailty and for your eyes.
When men's strength comes
Only from his gun and from his penis
Then when the last hour arrives
Hell will be peopled with idiots
Playing soccer or fighting wars
Or seeing who can pee further
Me, I will change into a dog
If I can remain on earth
And like an ordinary street lamp post
I will make use of Madame Thatcher.