It was the time of the munchies,
We often had our stomachs in our heels.
To water our tonsils
Even on Sundays we did without Moët and Chandon.
Mom dreamed that she had a real kitchen,
While papa baritone at Les Capucines.
It was a nice time that this time,
It brings tears to my eyes when I think about all of this.
It was the time, the blessed time of the catchphrase,
It was the time when singers had a voice.
All the charmers sang Tosca or Carmen,
We knew how to make music back then!
It was the time of the communal,
I was using my voice almost as much as my pants.
I was almost a ball child
I made recreation happy everywhere.
One day daddy sold margarine
So mom can sing in her kitchen.
It was a hard time that this time,
It brings tears to my eyes when I think about all of this.
It was the time, the blessed time of the catchphrase,
It was the time when singers had a voice.
All the charmers sang Tosca or Carmen,
We knew how to make music back then.
But maybe one day when the fish will have wings,
Maybe one day when the chickens will have teeth,
Daddy will come and sing new songs to me,
Some evenings when my heart is heavy I hear them ...
It was the time, the blessed time of the catchphrase,
It was the time when the singers had a voice.
All the charmers sang the Tosca where Carmen,
We knew how to make music in those days,
Make music in this time,
Make music at that time!