Grand-maman, c'est new-york - Charles Trenet, Albert Lasry

C'était un enfant de quarante cinq ans

Qui voyageait seul avec sa grand-mère.

C'était un enfant de quarante cinq ans

Qui voyageait seul avec sa maman.

Sa grande barbe noire aux longs poils frisants

Faisait l’admiration de la famille entière.

Sa grande barbe noire aux longs poils frisants,

Faisait l’admiration de tous ses parents.

Sur un bateau, il s’embarqua,

Croyant partir pour le 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 coeur en fête,

Criait àtue-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 escortéde sa vieille grand-mère.

Il vécut ainsi quatre-vingt-douze ans,

Toujours escortéde sa vieille maman.

Le jour de 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: Sacrébon Dious,

Mon petit gars c’est New-York,

C’est New-York, tu vois les bateaux remorques.

Mon petit 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.

He was a forty five year old child

Who was traveling alone with his grandmother.

He was a forty five year old child

Who was traveling alone with his mother.

His big black beard with long curling hairs

Was admired by the whole family.

His big black beard with long curling hairs,

Was admired by all his parents.

On a boat he embarked,

Believing to leave for Kamchatka

But after eight days, what a tragedy!

He exclaimed “Ladies:

Grandma, it's New York!

It's New York.

I see the tow boats,

Grandma, this is New York.

I see the ships in New York Harbor.

Seagulls say hello.

In the sky I see the pretty seagulls,

The seagulls say hello to me

And I feel inside me long shivers of love.

His grandmother calmed him down

With a piece of chocolate

But the child, the heart in celebration,

Shouted loudly:

Grandma, it's New York,

It's New York: I see the towing boats.

Grandma it's New York!

I see the ships in New York Harbor.

As he was in diplomacy,

He sometimes took lovely trips.

As he was in diplomacy,

He visited everything, Europe and Asia.

He lived like this

Ninety-two years old,

Always escorted by his old grandmother.

He lived thus ninety-two years,

Always escorted by his old mother.

The day she died she was there

Who gave him chocolate,

But, lost in his delirium

He didn't know what to say:

Grandma, it's New York!

It's New York.

I see the tow boats,

Grandma, it's New York!

I see the ships in New York Harbor.

Seagulls say hello to me.

In the sky I see the pretty seagulls,

The seagulls say hello to me

And I feel inside me long shivers of love.

When in heaven he arrived,

The Empire State found it.

Angels read the Daily News

Saying: Sacrebon Dious,

My little guy is New York,

It's New York, you see the towing boats.

My little guy is New York!

You see the ships in New York harbor,

You see the ships in New York Harbor.