Il Tempo
((English & French Versions: There Is A Time (Liza Minnelli); Le Temps (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Calabrese
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Il tempo va il tempo tradisce
Il tempo vola, il tempo guarisce
I giorni sì, durati un secondo
I giorni no, più lunghi del mondo
Il tempo il tempo ad ogni costo
Il tuo e il mio, che non è nostro
Il tempo e il mio, che non è nostro
Il tempo che è di là da venire
Tempo di amare e di partire
Tempo di gioia e di speranza
Il tempo di sereno e vacanza
Il tempo il tempo ad ogni costo
Il tuo e il mio, che non è nostro
Il tempo il tempo ad ogni costo
Il tuo e il mio, che non è nostro
Il tempo di battaglie e di gloria
Tempo di noia, che va senza storia
Il tempo di canzoni e follie
Il tempo di promesse e utopie
I tempi miei in base altra vita
Il tempo di bruciare una vita

Il tempo si ad ogni costo
Che aspetta noi per essere nostro
Il tempo sì ad ogni costo
Che aspetta noi per essere nostro
E va...
Il tempo sì ad ogni costo
Il tuo e il mio
Che adesso è nostro
Il tempo sì ad ogni costo
Il tuo e il mio
Che adesso è nostro
E va...
E va...

English Rose
Composer(s): Paul Weller
First release: The Jam - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists



No matter where I roam
I will return to my English Rose
For no bonds can ever tempt me from she

I've sailed the seven seas
Flown the whole blue sky
But I've returned with haste
To where my love does lie
No matter where I go
I will come back to my English Rose
For nothing could ever tempt me from she

I've searched the secret mists
I've climbed the highest peaks
Caught the wild wind home
To hear her soft voice speak
No matter where I roam
I will return to my English Rose
For no bonds can ever keep me from she

I've been to ancient worlds
I've scoured the whole Universe
And caught the first train home
To be at her side
No matter where I roam
I will return to my English Rose
For no bonds, can ever keep me from she

Il Te Suffisait Que Je T'aime
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Nous avions vingt ans toi et moi
Quand on a sous le même toit
Combattu la misère ensemble
Nous étions encore presqu'enfants
Et l'on disait en nous voyant
Regardez comme ils se ressemblent

Nous avons la main dans la main
Surmonté les coups du destin
Et résolu bien des problèmes
Le ventre vide en privation
Tu te nourrissais d'illusions
Il te suffisait que je t'aime

Nous avons lutté tant d'années
Que la fortune s'est donnée
Mais l'âge a pris ton insouciance
Tu te traînes comme un fardeau
Et ne ris plus à tout propos
Et pleures ton adolescence

Et passes du matin au soir
Des heures devant ton miroir
Essayant des fards et des crèmes
Et moi, je regrette parfois
Le temps où pour forger tes joies
Il te suffisait que je t'aime

Si je le pouvais mon amour
Pour toi j'arrêterais le cours
Des heures qui vont et s'éteignent
Mais je ne peux rien y changer
Car je suis comme toi logé
Tu le sais à la même enseigne

Ne cultive pas les regrets
Car on ne récolte jamais
Que les sentiments que l'on sème
Fais comme au temps des années d'or
Et souviens-toi qu'hier encore
Il te suffisait que je t'aime

Pour moi rien n'a vraiment changé
Je n'ai pas cessé de t'aimer
Car tu as toujours tout le charme
Que tu avais ce jour béni
Où devant Dieu tu as dit: " oui "
Avec des yeux baignés de larmes

Le printemps passe, et puis l'été
Mais l'automne a des joies cachées
Qu'il te faut découvrir toi-même
Oublie la cruauté du temps
Et rappelle-toi qu'à vingt ans
Il te suffisait que je t'aime

English Muffins And Irish Stew
Composer(s): Moose Charlap - Bob Hillard
Performer(s): Sylvia Syms



You'd never think they go together
But they certainly do
The combination of English Muffins
And Irish Stew

I must admit they're quite delicious
And so easy to chew
The combination of English Muffins
And Irish Stew

I've tried macaroni and Spanish rice
That's not so very nice, that's not so very nice
I've tried French pancakes with German sauerkraut
Now that's one dish I do without!

You'd never think they go together
But they certainly do
The combination of English Muffins
And Irish Stew

The Mexican army is eating salami and onions from Peru
But it can't compare with English Muffins
And Irish Stew

Il Te Faut Grandir Encore
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Tu commences l'existence mais déjà
Ton cœur pense que la chance sourira
Il te faut grandir encore pour savoir
Il te faut grandir encore pour savoir

Tu veux croire les histoires des amis
Ils sont rares, vraiment rares aujourd'hui
Il te faut grandir encore pour savoir
Il te faut grandir encore pour savoir

C'est ainsi, je te le dis
C'est ainsi qu'est faite la vie
Notre vie

Quand les heures où l'on pleure sonneront
Les je t'aime, les tu m'aimes t'apprendront
Qu'il te faut grandir encore pour savoir
Qu'il te faut grandir encore pour savoir
Qu'il te faut grandir encore pour savoir...

English Is Cuh-Ray-Zee
Composer(s): Richard Lederer
Performer(s): Pete Seeger



English is the most widely spoken language in the history of the planet
One out of every seven human beings can speak or read it
Half the world's books, three-quarters of the international mail are in English
It has the largest vocabulary, perhaps two million words
And a noble body of literature
But face it
English is cuh-ray-zee!
Just a few examples:
There's no egg in eggplant, no pine or apple in pineapple
Quicksand works slowly; boxing rings are square
A writer writes, but do fingers fing?
Hammers don't ham, grocers don't groce
Haberdashers don't haberdash
English is cuh-ray-zee!
If the plural of tooth is teeth, shouldn't the plural of booth be beeth?
It's one goose, two geese. Why not one moose, two meese?
The plural of index is indices; should it be one Kleenex, two Kleenices?
English is cuh-ray-zee!
You can comb through the annals of history, but not just one annal
You can make amends, but not just one amend
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one, is it an odd or an end?
If the teacher taught, why isn't it true that a preacher praught?
If you wrote a letter, did you also bote your tongue?
And if a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
English is cuh-ray-zee!
Why is it that night falls but never breaks and day breaks but never falls?
In what other language do people drive on the parkway and park on the driveway?
Ship by truck but send cargo by ship? Recite at a play but play at a recital?
Have noses that run and feet that smell?
English is cuh-ray-zee!
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same
When a wise man and a wise guy are very different?
To overlook something and to oversee something are very different
But quite a lot and quite a few are the same
How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell the next?
English is cuh-ray-zee!
You have to marvel at the lunacy of a language in which your house can burn down
While it is burning up
You fill out a form by filling it in
In which your alarm clock goes off by going on
If pro is the opposite of con, what is the opposite of progress?
Well, English was invented by people, not computers
And reflects the creativity of the human race
So that's why when the stars are out, they're visible
But when the lights are out, they're invisible
When I wind up my watch I start it, but when I wind up this rap, I end it
English is cuh-ray-zee!

Il Te Faudra Bien Revenir
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Il te faudra bien revenir
Un jour du moins je le suppose
Afin de rassembler les choses
Que tu as laissées en partant
Il te faudra bien revenir
Un court moment sur les lieux mêmes
Où vivent toujours nos je t'aime
Et c'est ce moment que j'attends
Que j'attends
Mes mains parlent de toi
Comme en parlent mes lèvres
Comme en parle mon coeur
Que le destin foudroie
Comme en parlent mes joies
Que ton absence enfièvre
Car ton départ les sèvres
De tout ce qui n'est plus toi

Il te faudra bien revenir
Pour me conter ce que j'ignore
Je ne sais si tu m'aimes encore
Tu es partie sans m'expliquer
Il te faudra bien revenir
Et quand tu passeras la porte
Le passé sera lettre morte
Je ferai tout pour te garder
Ma peau pleure frisson
Comme pleure ma bouche
Comme pleurent mes nuits
Prises à ton tourbillon
Poussés par la passion
Mes doigts froissent et touchent
Le vide de ma bouche
Tandis que je crie ton nom

Mon coeur meurtri de souvenirs
Supporte mal la solitude
Pour le sauver de l'inquiétude
Il te faudra bien revenir
Il te faudra bien revenir

English Country Garden
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Jimmie F. Rodgers
and multiple other artists



How many kinds of sweet flowers grow
In an English country garden?
I'll tell you now of some that I know
And those I miss you'll surely pardon
Daffodils, heart's ease and flox
Meadowsweet and lady smocks
Gentain, lupine and tall hollihocks
Roses, foxgloves, snowdrops, forget-me-nots
In an English country garden
(In an English country garden)
How many insects come here and go
Through our English country garden?
I'll tell you now of some that I know
And those I miss you'll surely pardon
Fireflies, moths and bees
Spiders climbing in the trees
Butterflies that sway on the cool gentle breeze
Their are snakes, ants that sting
And creeping things
In an English country garden
(In an English country garden)
How many songbirds fly to and fro
Through our English country garden?
I'll tell you now of some that I know
And those I miss you'll surely pardon
Bobolink, cuckoo and quail
Tanager and cardinal
Bluebird, lark, thrush and nightingale
There is joy in the spring
When the birds begin to sing
In an English country garden
(In an English country garden)
Robin (Robin, robin)
Don't forget the robin (Don't forget the robin)
Robin (Robin, robin)
Don't forget the robin...

Il Suffit De Passer Le Pont
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Il suffit de passer le pont
C'est tout de suite l'aventure
Laisse-moi tenir ton jupon
J't'emmèn' visiter la nature
L'herbe est douce à Pâques fleuries
Jetons mes sabots, tes galoches
Et, légers comme des cabris
Courons après les sons de cloches
Ding din don! les matines sonnent
En l'honneur de notre bonheur
Ding din dong! faut l'dire à personne
J'ai graissé la patte au sonneur

Laisse-moi tenir ton jupon
Courons, guilleret, guillerette
Il suffit de passer le pont
Et c'est le royaum' des fleurettes
Entre tout's les bell's que voici
Je devin' cell' que tu préfères
C'est pas l'coqu'licot, Dieu merci
Ni l'coucou, mais la primevère
J'en vois un' blottie sous les feuilles
Elle est en velours comm' tes joues
Fais le guet pendant qu'je la cueille
"Je n'ai jamais aimé que vous"

Il suffit de trois petits bonds
C'est tout de suit' la tarantelle
Laisse-moi tenir ton jupon
J'saurai ménager tes dentelles
J'ai graissé la patte au berger
Pour lui fair' jouer une aubade
Lors, ma mie, sans croire au danger
Faisons mille et une gambades
Ton pied frappe et frappe la mousse
Si l'chardon s'y pique dedans
Ne pleure pas, ma mie qui souffre
Je te l'enlève avec les dents

On n'a plus rien à se cacher
On peut s'aimer comm' bon nous semble
Et tant mieux si c'est un péché
Nous irons en enfer ensemble
Il suffit de passer le pont
Laisse-moi tenir ton jupon

English Boy
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): Pete Townshend



Ruth:
Hello, Ruth Streeting here once again with "Streeting's Street"
where you get the word straight from the street
This is the show that dishes the dirt on the dirt
Strictly no rock star bullshit on my show
I don't review pop anymore, I talk about anything I like ... or anything I hate
Talking of which, remember that clapped-out 60's hell-raiser Ray High?
Rumour has it the sad old lush can't do it anymore ...
I mean "make records"
I'm an English boy
I was brought up right
Hold me down
And I will bite
I know no fear
I serve with joy
I'm proud to be here
An English boy
I feel like a stray dog
Blurred like a movie
You say you've come to arrest me
But you're just trying to test me
I'm bored with your prejudice
Spreading like a fever
Your promises to train me
Are just attempts to restrain me
I am an English boy
Precisely made
You can pin me down
I am not afraid
I show no fear
I will serve with joy
Proud to be here
An English boy
Use me like a headline
Cut pieces to pieces
I'm black on the tube line
Red on the touch-line
Freezing up the future
Stopping every stop-watch
You say we're moving like an oil slick
Thicker than a house brick
I'm an English boy
I was brought up right
If you raise your dress
Then I will bite
My voice is clear
I got perfect poise
Good to be down here
With all the English boys
And I don't know where I am now
Or where I'm gonna go
I keep going round and round on the circle line
Like some demented kind of commuter
Trying to avoid paying for my ticket
I'm a lost soul
I read about myself in the newspapers
I'm a pig
I'm a thug
I've got nowhere to go but down
Ruth:
I hear his manager, Rastus Knight, is pulling what's left of his hair out
The only thing Ray's writing these days are large checks to his booze merchants
He's a serious recluse now
Hasn't seen daylight or another woman since his old lady walked out two years ago
Poor little sausage, brooding in that twenty-two room glass mansion
Life's a bitch, and so am I
Feel like I'm kicking at a dead man
Kicking in the chorus
I'm broken by hatred
While politicians just ignore us
You never gave me any value
You didn't give me any reason
There's no tools, and no toys
For any English boy
I'm an English boy
I was brought up right
Hold me down
And I will bite
Know no fear
I will serve with joy
Proud to be here
An English boy, yeah!
I'm an English boy, yeah!
I'm an English boy
I'm an English boy
No tools, no toys for any English boys
English boy
English boy

Il Suffirait
Composer(s): Nicolas Peyrac
Performer(s): Nicolas Peyrac



Il suffirait d'une colombe
D'un peu de tendresse oubliée
D'un retard de quelques secondes
Dans le cours de l'éternité
Il suffirait que Dieu le père
Celui qui se fait tant prier
Retombe amoureux de la Terre
Comme Adam devant le pommier
Il suffirait qu'une rivière
Décide un beau jour pour changer
De se promener solitaire
Dans la rivière d'à côté
Il suffirait que tu me dises
Que ce serait folie d'essayer
Pour que je fasse la bêtise 
De crier à l'Humanité

L'amour pourrait changer le monde
Ne sois jamais désenchanté
Quand l'aigle épouse la colombe
La Terre se remet à tourner
Les hommes pourraient changer le monde
Il ne suffit pas de prier
Quand l'aigle épouse la colombe
C'est que tout peut recommencer

Il suffirait que tu reviennes
Planter le maïs et le blé
Que ta main étreigne la mienne
Comme l'amitié retrouvée
Il suffirait que tu la chantes
Celle qu'on nomme liberté
Pour que peu à peu tu inventes
Les monts qu'on voudrait oublier

L'amour pourrait changer le monde
Ne sois jamais désenchanté
Quand l'aigle épouse la colombe
La Terre se remet à tourner
Les hommes pourraient changer le monde
Il ne suffit pas de prier
Quand l'aigle épouse la colombe
C'est que tout peut recommencer

Il suffirait d'une colombe
D'un peu de sagesse oubliée
D'un pardon de quelques secondes
D'une blessure refermée
Il suffirait de peu de choses
Bien peu de choses en vérité
Pour que les paupières mi closes
Demain tu m'écoutes chanter

L'amour pourrait changer le monde
Ne sois jamais désenchanté
Quand l'aigle épouse la colombe
La Terre se remet à tourner
Les hommes pourraient changer le monde
Il ne suffit pas de prier
Quand l'aigle épouse la colombe
C'est que tout peut recommencer

England's Glory
Composer(s): Ian Dury - Chas Jankel
Performer(s): Ian Dury; Max Wall



This one’s for Julie, who we love
I love her almost as I do Alma
But we don’t do Alma no more
It’s called ‘England’s Glory’
If you wanna sing
Please sing
There are jewels in the crown of England's glory
And every jewel shines a thousand ways
Frankie Howerd, Noël Coward and garden gnomes
Frankie Vaughan, Kenneth Horne, Sherlock Holmes
Monty, Biggles and Old King Cole
In the pink or on the dole
Oliver Twist and Long John Silver
Captain Cook and Nelly Dean
Enid Blyton, Gilbert Harding
Malcolm Sargeant, Graham Greene (Graham Greene)
All the jewels in the crown of England's glory
Too numerous to mention, but a few
And every one could tell a different story
And show old England's glory something new
Nice bit of kipper and Jack the Ripper and Upton Park
Gracie, Cilla, Maxy Miller, Petula Clark
Winkles, Woodbines, Walnut Whips
Vera Lynn and Stafford Cripps
Lady Chatterley, Muffin the Mule
Winston Churchill, Robin Hood
Beatrix Potter, Baden-Powell
Beecham's powders, Yorkshire pud (Yorkshire pud)
With Billy Bunter, Jane Austen
Reg Hampton, George Formby
Billy Fury, Little Titch
Uncle Mac, Mr. Pastry and all
Uncle Mac, Mr. Pastry and all
Allright England?
G’wan England
Oh England
All the jewels in the crown of England's glory
Too numerous to mention, but a few
And every one could tell a different story
And show old England's glory something new
Somerset Maugham, Top Of The Form with the Boys' Brigade
Mortimer Wheeler, Christine Keeler and the Board of Trade
Henry Cooper, wakey wakey, England's labour
Standard Vanguard, spotted dick, England's workers
England's glory

Il Sole Verde Tornerà
((English & French Versions: The Happy Days (by Charles Aznavour); Les Jours Heureux (by Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Vito Pallavicini
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Non appena il mondo gira
E il tuo cuore scopre già la miseria
E diventa color sangue
La ragione che non ha più pietà
Quando i lupi vanno insieme
Ed impari che cos'è la cattiveria
Fa grondare la rivolta
Pensa che io sono qui qui con te

Ritornerà la verità
Il sole verde tornerà
Ritornerà il giorno in cui
Si capirà
Il fuoco più non scotterà
E l'esperienza ci darà
Dei giorni bianchi e verrà
La felicità

Dorme la tua fattoria
E gli utensili son là nel granaio
Sta bruciando tutto il grano
Nei pensieri caldi che hai con te
Nel tuo cuore un odio strano
Ma non è che tu lo vuoi per viltà
Fammi stringere la mano
E così tu soffrirai la metà

Dopo il vento e la tempesta
Quando il sole tornerà sopra i campi
Quando vento nella testa
Le tue piaghe guarirò se vorrai
Con i piedi sopra il mondo
Se la guerra si farà ma per gioco
Tu sarai un mezzo Dio
E godrai la libertà che verrà

England Swings
Composer(s): Roger Miller
First release: Roger Miller - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little children

Now, if you huff and puff and you fina'lly save enough
Money up to take your family on a trip across the sea
Take a tip before you take your trip; let me tell you where to go
Go to Engeland 
Oh

Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache
Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass
Tryin' to mock the way they talk fun but all in vain
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes

Il Sole Del Mattino
Performer(s): Claudio Villa



Luci azzurrate sulla mia poltrona
nel jet che sta voltando
nel buio che sta intorno
io vedo solo te
ma questa notte lenta come il tempo
pian piano impallidisce
s'incendia l'orizzonte
e sorge il sole

Sole, sole del mattino
tu che già la stai baciando
dille che io sto volando
fra le nubi bianche
per tornar da lei
Sole, sole del mattino
dalle un bacio sulle labbra
dille che io sto tornando
e che il mio cuore
già è vicino a lei

Sole, sole del mattino
tu che già la stai baciando
dille che io sto volando
fra le nubi bianche
per tornar da lei
Sole, sole del mattino
dalle un bacio sulle labbra
dille che io sto tornando
e che il mio cuore
già è vicino a lei
e che il mio cuore
è già vicino a lei

England 1914
Composer(s): Ralph McTell
Performer(s): Ralph McTell



Night stirs her inky finger in the water of the day
The tired sun drops slowly in the sky
And everywhere the gentle air hangs heavy with the day-song
Evening calls the lamplighter to come

Children's wooden hoops go clattering down the street
Soon they're called inside, it's getting late
The brown canal, now splashed with red reflects on swallows' wings
The lamplighter knows the song the evening sings

But the gas-lamps stand like soldiers, hiss warnings to the wind
Their evening vespers prophecy of war
The world divides and men take sides, the spark bursts into flame
Nothing can be quite the same again

A dog barks in the distance, a child cries in her sleep
The night waits for the dawn with baited breath
The old school, the old rule, rung out on a muffin man's bell
The lamplighter has made his nightly call

Dreams of hope and peace sent clattering down the streets
Empty like the promises they've made
The wars rage on, and if I'm wrong, will someone please explain
That peace is not the lamplighter, 'cause he's not coming back again

Il Sognatore
Composer(s): Peppino Di Capri
Performer(s): Peppino Di Capri



Son diventato un sognatore
P per sentirmi meno solo
E per non sapere più quanti anni ho
Son diventato un sognatore
Vendo sogni per mestieri
Canto pure le canzone che non so
Mi basta avere gli occhi chiusi
Per fotografare il mondo
E per guardare in negativo
Quanto il mare sia profondo
E questa ruga che ho sul viso
È il tatuaggio di un dolore
To sono un sognatore
Mi sono perso fra le stelle
E tra amori a buon mercato
Ho toccato in fondo della libertà
C'`e chi mi dice che son folle
O che sono fortunato
Perchè chi sogna delusioni non ne ha
Forse sei stata tu la prima
E sola ipotesi di vita
Forse continuo a dire forse
Per non dire che è infinita
Le tue regole del gioco le rispetto malincuore
Io sono un sognatore
E vado via
Ti lascio sulle labra una poesia
Quel che sarà
Per questa vita che importanza ha
Son diventato un sognatore
E chi a letto le mie carte
Ha scoperto che un destino non c'`e l'ho
E come fanno i sognatori
Riesco a mettermi da parte
Mentre il mondo mi continua a dire no
Tra mille anni ci sarà
Chi parlerà dei sognatori come animali del passato
Che mangiavano emozioni tra mille anni o tra due ore
Ma lasciatemelo dire io resto un sognatore e
vado via
Ti lascio sulle labra una poesia
Quel che sarà
Per questa vita che importanza ha
E vado via
La dove il cielo scende in fondo al mare che vuoi che sia
Se al mondo io resto solo un sognatore

Engine Engine #9
Composer(s): Roger Miller
First recording/First release: Roger Miller - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages: 
1965 - Sytten Ti (Otto Brandenburg)
1968 - Scuola Guida (Leo Maucieri)



Engine, engine number nine
Coming down the railroad line
How much farther back did she get off
Old brown suitcase that she carried
I've looked for it ev'rywhere
It just ain't here among the rest
And I'm a little upset, yes... tell me

Engine, engine number nine
Coming down the railroad line
I know she got on in Baltimore
A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance
But it sure do make a diff'rence
I don't think she loves me anymore

I warned her of dangers
Don't speak to strangers
Did she find new romance
Warmer lips to kiss her
Arms to hold her tighter
Stirring new fires inside her
How I wish that it was me instead
Of he that stands beside her

Engine, engine number nine
Coming down the railroad line
I know she got on in Baltimore
A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance
But it sure do make a diff'rence
I don't think she loves me anymore

No I don't think she loves me anymore
I dont think she loves me ...

Il Silenzio
(French, German, & Spanish Versions:
Bonsoir Mon Amour (Dalida); Abschiedsmelodie (Dalida); El Silencio (Dalida))
Composer(s): Willy Brezza - Nino Rosso
First release: Nino Rosso
Covered by multiple other artists



Amor te ne vai 
E tanto triste tu lo sai 
Che giorao inutili vivro pensando a te 
Darei la vita per averti sempre qui vicino a me

Come una voce che ormai conosco già 
Questo silenzio di te mi parlerà 
Nulla potrebbe cambiar 
Anche se devo aspettar 

Amor, te ne vai 
Ma tornerai 
Ancor

"Buonanotte amore 
Ti rivedro nei miei sogni 
Buananotte 
Buananotte a te che sei lontano"

Come una voce che ormai conosco già 
Questo silenzio di te mi parlerà 
Amor te ne vai 
Ma tornerai 
Ancor

Enfin Le Printemps
Composer(s): René Rouzaud - Marguerite Monnot
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Raquel Bitton



Vises, mon Jules
Cette crapule
Qui nous tombe sur les bras
Depuis le temps
Qu'on l'attend
Comme une bombe, le voilà
Le voilà, le printemps
Tout fleuri de lilas
Qui rapplique en dansant
En dansant la java
Le voilà, ce voyou
Au son d' l'accordéon
Qui court le guilledou
En poussant la chanson
Entend comme ça chahute
Dans tous les palpitants
L'hiver se tire des flûtes
Enfin le printemps...

Ne fais pas la tête
Tu serais bien bête
De te faire du mouron
Quand sur toute la terre
Flotte un petit air
De révolution
J'ai sorti pour toi
Ma robe de soie
Mes colifichets
Pour dormir sur l'herbe
En écoutant tinter les muguets...

Vises, mon Jules
Cette crapule
Qui nous tombe sur les bras
Depuis le temps
Qu'on l'attend
Comme une bombe, le voilà
Le revoilà, le printemps
Tout fleuri de lilas
Qui rapplique en dansant
En dansant la java
'y a la foule dans les rues
Qui suit les orphéons
Des épaules toutes nues
Et du monde au balcon
C'est la fête aux poètes
Et je t'aime éperduement
Et ça tourne dans ma tête
Enfin le printemps...

J'ai le vertige dans tes yeux
Je voltige dans du bleu
Je vois double et c'est mieux
Vise mon cœur tout là-haut...
Qui fait du cerf-volant
Rattrape-le si tu peux
Mon amour, mon amour
Qui fout le camp...
Enfin le printemps!!!