Translation of the song lyrics La Complainte De Mackie - Laura Fygi

La Complainte De Mackie (original)

Les dents longues, redoutables
Le requin tue sans merci
Le surin au fond d’la poche
Sans reproche, c’est Mackie
Sur les bords de la Tamise
Le sang coule dans la nuit
On périt les poches vides
Poches pleines, quelqu’un fuit
Gens de bien ou hommes riches
Disparaissent au grand jour
Sur leurs traces, quelqu’un passe
Qui ramène le butin
Jenny Trowler agonise
Un couteau entre les seins
Sur les rives dans l’eau grise
M’sieur Mackie s’en lave les mains
Et la veuve d'âge tendre
Que l’on viole dans son lit
Que l’on vole sans attendre
Le gentleman, c’est Mackie
Le feu gronde dans la ville
Le feu brille, la mort vient
On s'étonne, on questionne
Oui mais Mackie ne sait rien
Le sang coule des mâchoires
Au repas du grand requin
Mains gantées et nappe blanche
Monsieur Mackie croque son prochain…

(translation)

The long, fearsome teeth
The shark kills mercilessly
The sourin at the bottom of the pocket
Without reproach, it's Mackie
On the banks of the Thames
Blood flows in the night
We perish with empty pockets
Pockets full, someone is leaking
Good people or rich men
Disappear in broad daylight
In their footsteps, someone passes
Who brings back the loot
Jenny Trowler is dying
A knife between the breasts
On the banks in the gray water
Mister Mackie washes his hands of it
And the tender-aged widow
That we rape in his bed
That we fly without waiting
The gentleman is Mackie
The fire roars through the city
The fire is shining, death is coming
We wonder, we question
Yeah but Mackie don't know nothing
Blood flows from the jaws
At the Great Shark's Meal
Gloved hands and white tablecloth
Mr. Mackie bites his next…