It's an extraordinary garden
There are ducks that speak english
I give them bread, they shake their behinds
Telling me "Thank you very much Mister Trenet"
You can also see statues
That keep quiet all day long, they say
But I know that as soon as the night comes
They go dancing on the grass
Dad, it's an extraordinary garden
There are birds that run a buffet
They sell grain, small pieces of Gruyere
Among their clients, there's the mayor and the sous-préfet
I needed to find, in this big, gloomy city
Where tourists are bored in the back of the bus
I needed to find a place for a walk
I admit, that Saturday, I entered there by chance
In, in, in
An extraordinary garden
Far from the black buildings and from the zebra crossings
There was a dancing ball given by primroses
In a verdant corner, two little frogs were singing
A song to say hello to the moon
As soon as she appeared, all rosy with emotion
I believe they sang the brown waltz
An old owl told me: "So distinguished!"
Mom, in this extraordinary garden
I suddenly saw the most beautiful girl passing by
She approached me and said to me without manners
I like you very much, I like men with stars in their eyes!
I needed to find, in this big perverse city
A nice love affair, a little twenty-year-old flirt
That would make me forget that love is a business
In the city's pubs:
Yes but, yes but not in ...
In, in, in
My extraordinary garden
An angel of the Weird, a policeman told us
Stretch out on the green heather
I'll play the lute for you while you're together
This policeman was a great poet
But we preferred, Artemise and I
The softness of a secret place
That she made me discover deep in the woods
For those who want to know where this garden is
It is, you see, at the heart of my song
I fly there sometimes when sadness hurts me
All it takes is a little imagination
All it takes is a little imagination
All it takes is a little imagination!