Le carrosse (il attendait son carrosse)
Yves Montand
The Carriage (He Was Waiting for His Carriage)
We used to walk to the local school together
He was the kid who never played
His head was lost among the stars
We, the Indian chiefs, he ignored us
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
Black apron, crew-cut hair
They called him Mr. Carabosse
He made up baronesses
Who visited his castle
And to take his maid for a stroll
The maid Yvonne
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
I found him on Courcelles Street
As he was selling flint stones
He strolled around crowned in sparks
Like Louis XIV after a banquet
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
So proud of himself and his wedding
With the daughter of a Scottish king
She was there without a crown
To entertain the onlookers
It was still his maid
The maid Yvonne
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
And time passed, shaking up the earth
They were tearing down, rebuilding
Fortune passed with a thunderous sound
He was still selling his flint stones
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
It's wonderful, a kid's dream
When you believe with all your might
And Cinderella herself
Slept at the castle at night
It was still his maid
The maid Yvonne
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses!
