Jardin extraordinaire

It's an extraordinary garden
There are ducks that speak English
I feed them bread, they shake their butts
Saying to me: Thank you very much, Mr. Trenet
You can also see statues
That stand still all day, so they say
But I know that, as night falls
They go dancing on the lawn
Dad, it's an extraordinary garden
There are birds running a buffet
They sell grain, little pieces of cheese
Their customers are the mayor and the deputy

We had to find, in this gloomy big city
Where tourists get bored in their buses
We had to find a place for a stroll
I admit that on that Saturday I stumbled in by chance
Into, into, into

An extraordinary garden
Far from the black buildings and crosswalks
There was a ball thrown by the primroses
In a patch of greenery, the little frogs sang
A song to greet the Moon
As soon as it appeared, all rosy with emotion
They started singing, I believe, the brown waltz
An old owl said to me: What a distraction!
Mom, in this extraordinary garden
I suddenly saw the most beautiful girl pass by
She came close to me, and there said casually
I like you a lot
I love men whose eyes shine!

We had to find, in this wicked big city
A sweet little romance, a twenty-year fling
To make me forget that love is a business
In the bars of the city
Yes, but yes but not in
Into, into, into

My extraordinary garden
An angel of the Bizarre, an agent tells us
Lay down on the green heather
I'll play the lute while you all gather
This agent was a great poet
But we preferred, Artemise and I
The softness of a secret bed
That she showed me deep in the woods
For those who want to know where the garden is
It's, you see, at the heart of my song
I sometimes fly there when sorrow hits me
It just takes a little imagination!
It just takes a little imagination!
It just takes a little imagination!