Le vagabond traîne sa bouteille
Il traîne son chien et son mégot

Il traîne une vie qui est la sienne

Poussière, poussière

Chauffe le vin de sa bouteille

Chauffe le feu de son mégot

Chauffe la vie de son vieux chien

Poussière, poussière

Quand vient la nuit puis le sommeil

La peur se glisse sous la peau

Gratte la plaie où dort sa peine

Poussière, poussière

Specks of dust

The vagabond drags his bottle

He drags his dog and his stub

He drags a life which is his own

Dust, dust

Heat the wine of his bottle

Heat the fire of his stub

Heat the life of his old dog

Dust, dust

Sleep escapes as the night comes

Fear slips under the skin

Scratches the wounds

where sleeps the pain

Dust, dust

Onomatopoeia

E-I-E-I-O E-I-E-I-O

Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O

And on that farm he had a cow E-I-E-I-O

With a moo moo here

A moo moo there

Here a moo

There a moo

Everywhere a moo moo

Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O

E-I-E-I-O E-I-E-I-O

Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O

And on that farm he had a pig E-I-E-I-O

With a oink oink here

A oink oink there

Here a oink

There a oink

Everywhere a oink oink

Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O

E-I-E-I-O E-I-E-I-O

Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O

And on that farm he had a duck E-I-E-I-O

With a quack quack here

A quack quack there

Here a quack

There a quack

Everywhere a quack quack

Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O

E-I-E-I-O E-I-E-I-O

Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O

And on that farm he had a horse E-I-E-I-O

With a neigh neigh here

A neigh neigh there

Here a neigh

There a neigh

Everywhere a neigh neigh

Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O

E-I-E-I-O E-I-E-I-O

Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O

And on that farm he had a lamb E-I-E-I-O

With a baa baa here

A baa baa there

Here a baa

There a baa

Everywhere a baa baa

Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

All the king's horses and all the King's men

Couldn't put Humpty together again.