Текст и перевод песни Charles Trenet feat. Albert Lasry - Grand-Maman, C'est New-York

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 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
Sa grand'mère le calma
Avec un bout de chocolat
Mais l'enfant le cœur 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,
Toujours escorté de sa vieill' maman.
Le jour d' sa mort, elle était là
Qui 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.

Grandmother, It's New York

Grandmother, it's New York
He was a forty-five-year-old child
Who traveled alone with his grandmother
He was a forty-five-year-old child
Who traveled alone with his mother
His big black beard with long, curly hair
Was the admiration of the entire family,
His big black beard with long, curly hair
Was the admiration of all his relatives.
He boarded a ship
Thinking he was leaving for Kamchatka:
But after eight days, what a drama!
He cried out, "Ladies:
Grandmother, it's New York!
It's New York
I see the tugboats,
Grandmother, 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 say hello
And I feel long shivers of love inside me
His grandmother calmed him
With a piece of chocolate
But the child, with his heart filled with joy
Yelled at the top of his lungs:
Grandmother, it's New York,
It's New York I see the tugboats
Grandmother, it's New York!
I see the boats in the port of New York.
As he was in diplomacy,
He sometimes took charming trips,
As he was in diplomacy,
He would visit everything, Europe and Asia.
He lived like this
Ninety-two years,
Always escorted by his old grandma,
He lived like this ninety-two years,
Always escorted by his old mother.
The day of his death, she was there
Giving him some chocolate,
But lost in his delirium
He didn't know what to say:
Grandmother, it's New York!
It's New York
I see the tugboats,
Grandmother, 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 say hello
And I feel long shivers of love inside me
When he arrived in heaven
He found the Empire State Building
The angels were reading the Daily News
Saying: Holy cow,
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.