She was rich for twenty years,
I was twenty francs young,
And we made a common scholarship,
Placed, non-repayable, in a
Unfaithful spring night...
The moon made [a] hole in it,
Round like a five-franc shield,
Where our fortune went:
Twenty years! Twenty francs!... and then the moon!
- In money - alas - the twenty francs!
In money also the twenty years!
Always from holes to moon holes,
And from stock to common stock market...
– It's about the same fortune!
- I found her - many springs,
Twenty years, twenty francs,
Many holes and many of the moon
After – Still a virgin and twenty years old,
And... colonel at the Commune!
– Then after: the hunt for passers-by,
At twenty sols, and more at twenty francs...
Then after: the mass grave,
Free night without moon hole.