Le P'tit Jardin

In my garden,
There is the post office
There are my friends
The cashier from the felix potin.
In my garden,
There is my dog
There is his kennel
There is his wine

In my garden,
There are the guys from the panoyeaux
There are factories, there are trash cans
There are the crooks from the rue de courcelle...

In my garden
There are tourists, there are Martians
Ladybugs, and cockroaches
Pigs and rabbit cages...

I would like
One beautiful morning...

That there is a flower
In my garden x2

In my garden,
There are planes, there are trains
Controllers in the underground
Highways and paths
There's my brother's bike.
In my garden
I would like

That there is a flower
In my garden x2.

In my garden
There are deserts without tomorrows..
There are old people, there are kids
There are large fir forests
There are swells and drizzles

In my garden
There are millions of men in heat
And there are pretty girls crying
In my garden

One beautiful morning

There was a flower
In my garden x3

In my garden
The idiots gather there by the shovel
There's no more room in my trash can
There is everything there is nothing

In my garden
There are dormitories, there are spittoons
There have even been crematoriums
There are corridors full of portraits
Of people we will never forgive
In my garden...
There is the sea, far away...

One beautiful morning,
There was a flower
In my garden.
I, I didn't see it
And I stepped on it....
I didn't see it
I would like

One beautiful morning,
There was a flower
In my garden.
I, I didn't see it
And I stepped on it....
I didn't see it
I would like