My man is the real thing,
hard, [bad word] man.
I see death up close,
in the burning embers of his eyes.

He does to me what nobody dares,
He covers my body with [bad word] 
He strikes me, he gives me black eyes,
he makes my life "la vie en bleu".

My man kicks me around,
But there is no one else like him.
It's no laughing matter,
three hundred and twenty pounds and a half of him
that it takes my breath away, never to return.
He is a barbarian, he is [bad word] 
My Attila Marcel

I will find his virtues,
with the help of God's mean right hand.
and I'll remain stunned until easter
in the abused fool's paradise

My man is the real thing,
hard, [bad word] man,
Very soon I will see death up close,
in the burning embers of his eyes.