Lyrics and translation Maurice Chevalier - Ça sent si bon la France - Remastered 2017

Ça sent si bon la France - Remastered 2017

Quand on a roulé sur la terre entière,
On meurt d′envie de retour dans le train
Le nez au carreau d'ouvrir la portière,
Et d′embrasser tout comme du bon pain.
Ce vieux clocher dans le soleil couchant
Ça sent si bon la France!
Ces grands blés mûrs emplis de fleurs des champs,
Ça sent si bon la France!
Ce jardinet où l'on voit "Chien méchant"
Ça sent si bon la France!
A chaque gare un murmure,
En passant vous saisit:
"Paris direct, en voiture"
Oh ça sent bon le pays!
On arrive enfin, fini le voyage.
Un vieux copain vient vous sauter au cou.
Il a l'air heureux, on l′est davantage,
Car en sortant tout vous en fiche un coup.
Le long des rues ces refrains de chez nous,
Ça sent si bon la France!
Sur un trottoir ce clochard aux yeux doux,
Ça sent si bon la France!
Ces gens qui passent en dehors des clous,
Ça sent si bon la France!
Les moineaux qui vous effleurent,
La gouaille des titis,
"Paris Midi,
Dernière heure."
Oh ça sent bon le pays!
Et tout doucement, la vie recommence,
On s′était promis de tout avaler.
Mais les rêves bleus, les projets immenses,
Pour quelques jours on les laisse filer.
Cette brunette aux yeux de paradis,
Oh ça sent si bon la France!
Le PMU qui ferme avant midi "Oh là, oh là là!"
Ça sent si bon la France!
Le petit bar où l'on vous fait crédit.
Oh ça sent si bon la France!
C′est samedi faut plus s'en faire, repos jusqu′à lundi!
Belote et re-, dix de der.
Ça sent bon le pays!
Quel pays?
Mais ça sent bon notre pays, mais oui!

Ça sent si bon la France - Remastered 2017

When you've traveled all over the world,
You're dying to get back on the train
With your nose pressed against the window
And kissing everything like it was good bread.
That old steeple in the sunset
Smells so good of France!
Those tall, ripe wheat fields filled with wildflowers,
Smell so good of France!
That little garden where you see "Beware of the dog"
Smells so good of France!
At each station a murmur,
As you pass by, it grabs you:
"Paris direct, in the car"
Oh, it smells good of home!
We finally arrive, the journey is over.
An old friend comes to jump on your neck.
He looks happy, you are even happier,
Because when you get out, it hits you all at once.
Along the streets, those choruses from home,
Smell so good of France!
On the sidewalk, that tramp with the soft eyes,
Smells so good of France!
Those people who walk out of line,
Smell so good of France!
The sparrows that brush against you,
The street urchins' cheekiness,
"Paris Midi,
Last hour."
Oh, it smells good of home!
And slowly, life begins again,
We had promised ourselves to swallow everything.
But the blue dreams, the immense projects,
For a few days we let them slip away.
That brunette with the eyes of paradise,
Oh, it smells so good of France!
The PMU that closes before noon, "Oh là, oh là là!"
Smells so good of France!
The little bar where you get credit.
Oh, it smells so good of France!
It's Saturday, no more worries, rest until Monday!
Belote and re-, ten of der.
It smells good of home!
Which country?
But it smells good of our country, yes!