Reine Émilie [English translation]

But it's the hermaphrodite

The one of the sidekick

The one you don't see

The one you don't feel sorry for

The one who goes

Down the road, at any cost

In the golden car of the one who'll pay

Oh! My Lady the Queen

Tell me: "What do you

Hide under your golden skirts,

Under your lacquered underwear?

Is it true that no one

Was ever able to see

Whether it was to men or to women

That your attributes belonged?"

We don't know what to do

To see Emily's crotch

You wouldn't be disappointed

No, you wouldn't be disappointed

But Mrd. Emily gives off some smells

Which rekindle the fervour

Which get to your heart

And so in the end, whether man or woman,

No one can resist

Everyone falls under the spell of Mrs. Emily

We don't know what to do

To smell Emily's crotch

A scent of cinammon

Enlivened with some camphor

But Mrs. Emily has millions of children

Described as mutant because of their atrophied sex

And Mrs. Emily is very highly paid

To carry the seed of those dampened rods

We don't know what to do

To buy one of Emily's children

Is a boy, a girl? That,

We will never know

But fashion eventually changes

And ambiguity remains

And Mrs. Emily is already out-of-fashion

The one who we used to call the Queen

Became less than nothing

She will leave to die

Waiting for the worse

• Artist:Pierre Lapointe
• Album:Pierre Lapointe