Je m'en fous pas mal [English translation]

I was born on Good-Seed Alley

And it planted a seed in me

And for a long time now

I've been working like a dog the whole week through

i can assure you that the boss, he's happy

[But] My friends get angry

"It's not too smart, what you're doing

What has to be done has to be done, but you, you go too far

You'll see, one day you'll regret it..."

I really couldn't care less

Anything might happen to me

I really couldn't care less

i have my Sundays which are [all] mine

It might be a cliché

But what other people think of you

It makes no difference to me!

I don't care

There are the banks of the Seine

There's the Avenue de l'Opera

There's Vincennes wood

What lovely Sundays we have there!

And then there's the dancing/dancehall

Which makes you tremble all over

There are the stars

Which are more beautiful than jewels

There are the handsome men

Who kiss you on your neck

As for the rest, after all

I couldn't care less

It was on one of those wonderful Sundays

That, the two of us, we started dancing

[His] big black eyes, long white hands

And then, I let him kiss me

My friends got angry

"That guy, it's well-known, is heartless

He's a bum, a down-and-out

You'll go through hell with him..."

There are his arms which embrace me

There's his body, soft and warm

There's his mouth which kisses me

Ah, my lover, he's just so handsome!

And then there's the dancehall

When I'm in his arms, it's crazy

I feel like i'm about to faint

When he says to me: "Come! let's go back to our place!"

Oh! the devil!

With him, I'd go anywhere

As for the rest, after all

I couldn't care less

I lived through such wonderful moments

When he was holding me in his arms

I would never have believed, that in this life

You could be as happy as that

But one dat when everything was going so smoothly

A spring day full of joy

He went away without saying a word

Without even giving me one last kiss...

My memories embrace me

Sing deep in my heart

And all the places where I go

Recall to me my happiness

And then there is the dancehall

I dance, and I close my eyes

I make believe that we're still together

Sometimes, it hurts

My heart starts beating harder and harder

It makes no difference to me

i couldn't care less!

• Artist:Édith Piaf