Прекрасная маркиза, Эдит и Леонид Утёсовы, English

--оригинал Прекрасная маркиза,  Эдит и Леонид Утёсовы 
--в свою очередь они перевели с Французского TOUT VA TR;S BIEN, MADAME LA MARQUISE


  Hello, Hello, James, how is it going
  When you have fun, time truly flies
  Two weeks of parties - life is boiling
  Indeed, they've got the cutest guys!



My Fair Lady - things are smoothly running
The life goes on without a hitch
Trees are in bloom, the sun is shining
There’s just one small tiny glitch



And anyway, it's for the better, It is an un-important matter
Your horse had died for some peculiar reason
But every other thing is well.



  Hello, Hello, Marcel – it isn’t fair!
  My poor horsie is deceased
  My groom, what happened to my mare?
  My horsie, may she rest in peace




My Fair Lady - things are smoothly running
Today is better then before
There is no need to do a lot of crying
Because your horsie is no more


What is that horse – it’s just a mare
It isn’t even worth your care
We’ve lost it when the stables burned to cinders
But every other thing is well.




  Hello, Hello, Pascal, I think I’m fainting
  Blaze in the stable killed my horse
  I’m so distressed, my knees are shaking
  I hope the news won’t get much worse




My Fair Lady - things are smoothly running
And almost all is going great
Each cloud, remember, has a silver lining
It’s just a silly whim of Fate


The whole estate burned down and later in ashes people baked potatoes
Some day you’ll have a more impressive mansion
But every other thing is well.



  Hello, Hello, Lucien – I’m devastated
  Chateau has burned down to the ground
  Flow from my eyes destroyed my makeup
  Afraid tonight I won’t go out




Your lawyers who get paid for being idle
Came by and sadly they have told
The news that left your husband suicidal
That both of you had lost it all


He lit his final cigarette then took a pistol to his head
The match fell into his briefcase and soon the room was set ablaze
The fire spread throughout estate before we reached the stable gate
Your poor horse was locked inside, from all the heat and smoke it died
Whatever fire didn’t touch, was traded for some Port and Scotch


Let’s hope your creditors are tall and handsome
But every other thing is well.