Dans Mon Jardin

In my garden,
There's the Post Office
There are my buddies
The cashier from Felix Potin.
In my garden,
There's my dog
There's his kennel
There's his wine

In my garden,
There are the fancy folks from Panoyeaux
There are factories, there are trash cans
There are the crooks from Courcelle Street...

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

I would really like
One fine morning...
For there to be a flower
In my garden X2

I would really like
For there to be a flower
In my garden X2.

In my garden
There are deserts with no tomorrows..
There are old folks, there are kids
There are vast pine forests
There's the swell and the drizzle

In my garden
There are millions of hot-blooded men
And there are pretty girls who cry
In my garden
I would really like

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

One fine morning
There was a flower
In my garden X3

In my garden
There are dormitories, there are spittoons
There have even been crematory ovens.
There are corridors full of portraits
Of people we will never forgive

I would really like
For there to be a flower
In my garden
One fine morning
I would really like
For there to be a flower
In my garden

In my garden
The idiots gather by the shovel
There's no more room in my trash can.
There's fire, there's cold..
There's everything, there's nothing
Landfills, vacant lots
In my garden.
There's the sea, far away...

I would really like
For there to be a flower
In my garden

I would really like
For there to be a flower
In my garden

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

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