The Stolen Heart

My sad heart dribbles on the poop...
My heart drenched in tobacco spit!
They hurl jets of soup on it
My sad heart dribbles on the poop...
Under the jeering of the troop
Which guffaws in a fit,
My sad heart dribbles on the poop
My heart is drenched in tobacco spit!

Lecherous and soldierly
Their insults have debased it;
They've drawn graffiti on the bow
Lecherous and soldierly;
Oh, abracadabrish waves,
Take my heart, save it somehow!
Lecherous and soldierly
Their insults have debased it!

When they will have shot their wads,
Oh, stolen heart, how will you react?
There'll be a Bacchic accolade
When they will have shot their wads!
My stomach will surely contract
If my sad heart they degrade!
When they will have shot their wads,
Oh, stolen heart, how will you react?

(translated from the French)