Paroles et traduction Charles Trenet - Grand-maman, c'est New York

Grand-maman, c'est New York

C'était un enfant de quarant' cinq ans
Qui voyageait seul avec sa grand-mère.
C'était un enfant de quarant' cinq ans
Qui voyageait seul avec sa maman.
Sa grand' barbe noire aux longs poils frisants
F'sait l'admiration d'la famille entière.
Sa grand'barbe noire aux longs poils frisants, F'sait l'admiration de tous ses parents.
Sur un bateau, il s'embarqua, Croyant partir pour l'Kamtchatka
Mais au bout d'huit jours, quel drame! Il s'écria "Mesdames: Grand-maman, c'est new-York! C'est New-York.
Je vois les bateaux-remorques, Grand-maman, c'est New-York.
Je vois les bateaux dans le port de New-York.
Les mouettes font bonjour.
Dans le ciel je vois les jolies mouettes, Les mouettes me font bonjour
Et je sens en moi de longs frissons d'amour.
Sa grand-mère le calma
Avec un bout de chocolat
Mais l'enfant, le c ur en fête, Criait à tue-tête: Grand-maman, c'est New-York, C'est New-York: je vois les bateaux-remorques.
Grand-maman c'est New-York! Je vois les bateaux dans le port de New-York.
Comme il était dans la diplomatie, Il faisait parfois de charmants voyages.
Comme il était dans la diplomatie, Il visitait tout, l'Europe et l'Asie.
Il vécut ainsi
Quatre-vingt-douze ans, Toujours escorté de sa vieill' grand-mère.
Il vécut ainsi quatre-vingt-douze ans, Toujour escorté de sa vieill' maman.
Le jour d'sa mort, elle était làQui lui donnait du chocolat, Mais, perdu dans son délire
Il ne savait que dire: Grand-maman, c'est New-York! C'est New-York.
Je vois les bateaux-remorques, Grand-maman, c'est New-York! Je vois les bateaux dans le port de New-York.
Les mouettes me font bonjour.
Dans le ciel je vois les jolies mouettes, Les mouettes me font bonjour
Et je sens en moi de longs frissons d'amour.
Quand au ciel, il arriva, L'Empire State il retrouva.
Les anges lisaient le Daily News
En disant: Sacré bon Dious, Mon p'tit gars c'est New-York, C'est New-York, tu vois les bateaux remorques.
Mon p'tit gars c'est New-York! Tu vois les bateaux dans le port de New-York, Tu vois les bateaux dans le port de New-York.

Grandma, It's New York

I was a child of forty-five
Who travelled alone with his grandmother.
I was a child of forty-five
Who travelled alone with his mother.
His big, black beard with long, curly hairs
Was the admiration of the whole family.
His big, black beard with long, curly hairs, Was the admiration of all his relatives.
On a boat, he embarked, Believing he was leaving for Kamchatka
But after eight days, what a drama! He exclaimed "Ladies: Grandma, it's New York! It's New York.
I see the tugboats, Grandma, it's New York.
I see the boats in the port of New York.
The seagulls say hello.
In the sky I see the pretty seagulls, The seagulls greet me
And I feel within me long shivers of love.
His grandmother calmed him down
With a piece of chocolate
But the child, his heart filled with joy, Shouted at the top of his lungs: Grandma, it's New York, It's New York: I see the tugboats.
Grandma, it's New York! I see the boats in the port of New York.
Since he was in diplomacy, He sometimes made charming trips.
Since he was in diplomacy, He visited everything, Europe and Asia.
He lived like this
Ninety-two years, Always escorted by his old grandmother.
He lived like this for ninety-two years, Always escorted by his old mother.
On the day of his death, she was thereGiving him chocolate, But, lost in his delirium
He could only say: Grandma, it's New York! It's New York.
I see the tugboats, Grandma, it's New York! I see the boats in the port of New York.
The seagulls greet me.
In the sky I see the pretty seagulls, The seagulls greet me
And I feel within me long shivers of love.
When he arrived in heaven, He found the Empire State again.
The angels were reading the Daily News
Saying: Holy moly, My boy, it's New York, It's New York, you see the tugboats.
My boy, it's New York! You see the boats in the port of New York, You see the boats in the port of New York.