Le Petit Jardin [English translation]

My friends, the story and the song are the same (little wildflowers shining under the sun)

I am going to tell you of the most beautiful songs

Of, of the little wildflower (little flower of love shining on earth)

The introduction: Rodolf, Aldo (and the night's falling...)

Here, the song begins, the song comes

In my garden, there's the mail, there are my friends, the cashier working at Félix Potain

Il my garden, there's my dog, there's its kennel, there's its wine

In my garden, there are the guys from Panoyaux Street, 1 there are factories, there are garbage cans, there are the crooks of Courcelle street

In my garden, there are tourists, there are Martians, ladybugs, cockroaches, pigs, and rabbit cages

Me, I would like it if, one of these days, there could be a flower in my garden

If there could be a flower in my garden

In my garden, there are planes, there are trains, there are controllers in the tunnel, highways and roads, there's the car of my brother

In my garden, I would like it if there could be a flower in my garden

If there could be a flower in my garden [x2]

In my garden, there are deserts without tomorrows, there are old men, there are kids, there are great fir forests, there is heave and drizzle

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

Once in my garden, on a beautiful morning, there was a flower in my garden, there was a flower in my garden, there was a flower in my garden

Your little mouth, little flower, you open it like a little spark, it opens

Your little mouth, little flower, is beautiful, you look at the sun

In my garden, the pricks gather in heaps, there's no more place in my garbage can, there is everything, there is nothing

In my garden, there are dormitories, there are spittoons, there were even crematoriums once, there are hallways filled with pictures, people we will never forgive

In my garden, there is the sea over there, far away

It is beautiful this little flower, I adore it, its little eyes, it loves me, and all sweet for you

Its little eyes, so little

One beautiful morning, there was a flower in my garden, I didn't see it

I walked on it, I didn't see it, but I would like

One beautiful morning, there was a flower in my garden, I didn't see it

I walked on it, I didn't see it, but I would like

One beautiful morning, there was a flower in my garden, I didn't see it

I walked on it, I didn't see it, but I would like

1. A popular street in Paris, as it turns out.