An extraordinary garden ?? Charles Trenet
It's an extraordinary garden
There are ducks who speak English
I give them bread. They move their backs
By saying to me "Thank you very moch, Mr. Trenet ??
There are also statues
Who are quiet all day long, they say
But I know that when night comes,
They go dancing on the grass.
Dad, this is an extraordinary garden:
There are birds that hold a buffet.
They sell grain, small pieces of gruyere.
As customers they have Monsiur the Mayor and the sub-prefect.
It was necessary to find, in this great city sullen
Where turists get bored at the bottom of their coaches,
We had to find a place for the walk.
I admit that this Saturday I entered by chance ??
In, in, In ??
an extraordinary garden,
Far from the black buldings and crossings.
There was a ball that gave primers.
In a green corner, the little frogs were singing
A song to greet the moon.
As soon as it appeared, every rose of emotion,
They intoned, I believe, the brown waltz.
An old owl tells me: What a distraction
Mama, in this extraordinary garden,
I suddenly saw the most beautiful girl go by.
She came near me, and said it to me without manners:
I like you a lot,
I like men whose eyes shine
It was necessary to find, in this big perverse city,
A nice love, a little flirt of twenty years
Who makes me forget that Love is a business
In the bars of the city,
Who, but yes but not in ??
In, in, in?
My extraordinary garden,
An angel of the weird, an agent tells us:
Get on the green heather
I'll play the lute while you're together
This agent was a big poet
But we preferred Artemise and me,
The sweetness of a secret berth
That she made me discover at the bottom of the wood
For those who want to know where the garden is,
He is, you see, the heart of my song.
I fly there sometimes when a chagrin tests me
It only takes a little imagination
It only takes a little imagination
It only takes a little imagination
Only among all we can make this a better place :)