Jardin extraordinaire

It's an extraordinary garden
There are ducks that speak English
I give them bread, they wiggle their behinds
Saying to me, 'Thank you very much, Mr. Trenet'
There are also statues
That stand still all day, they say
But I know that as soon as night falls
They go dance on the lawn
Dad, it's an extraordinary garden
There are birds holding a buffet
They sell grain, small pieces of cheese
Their clients are the Mayor and the Deputy Prefect
It was necessary to find, in this big gloomy city
Where tourists get bored in their buses
It was necessary to find a place for a walk
I admit that on that Saturday I entered by chance
In, in, in
An extraordinary garden
Far from the dark buildings and the busy streets
There was a ball given by primroses
In a corner of greenery, two little frogs sang
A song to greet the moon
As soon as it appeared all pink with emotion
They sang, I believe, the dark waltz
An old owl said to me, 'What distinction!'
Mom, in this extraordinary garden
I suddenly saw the most beautiful of girls pass by
She came near me and said without manners
I really like you, I love men whose eyes shine!
It was necessary to find in this big perverse city
A nice little love affair, a little flirt of twenty years
That makes me forget that love is a business
In the bars of the city:
Yes, but not in...
In, in, in
My extraordinary garden
An angel of the Bizarre, an agent told us
Lie down on the green heather
I will play the lute for you while you are together
This agent was a great poet
But Artemis and I preferred
The sweetness of a secret bed
That she showed me in the depths of the woods
For those who want to know where this garden is
It is, as you see, in the heart of my song
I sometimes fly there when a sorrow tests me
All it takes for that is a little imagination
All it takes for that is a little imagination
All it takes for that is a little imagination!