Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tíens! Tíens! Tíens! , by - Ray Ventura. Release date: 19.06.2005
Song language: French
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tíens! Tíens! Tíens! , by - Ray Ventura. Tíens! Tíens! Tíens!(original) | 
| Un matin vous ouvrez la fenêtre | 
| L’air vous semble soudain plus léger | 
| C’est comme un frisson qui vous pénètre | 
| Il y a quelque chose de changé. | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Déjà les feuilles poussent | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Ça sent le romarin | 
| Dans les jardins les lilas se trémoussent | 
| Et les petites pommes ont déjà le pépin | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Les chiens lèvent la patte | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Les paons font les pantins | 
| On voit les chats s’pourlécher pour les chattes | 
| Et les escargots galoper à fond de train | 
| Ah ! | 
| Quelle douceur ! | 
| La vie vous semble rose | 
| Y a pas d’erreur ! | 
| Il se passe quelque chose | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| On joue d’la mandoline | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| L’air s’emplit de refrains | 
| Y a des chansons sur les lèvres des copines | 
| Et des p’tits boutons sur le nez des copains | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| C’est le printemps qui r’vient. | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Les rues semblent en fête, | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tiens ! | 
| Tout le monde est gamin | 
| Les charcutiers ont des airs de poètes | 
| Et tous les coiffeurs ont du poil dans la main | 
| (translation) | 
| One morning you open the window | 
| The air suddenly feels lighter | 
| It's like a shiver that goes through you | 
| Something has changed. | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| Already the leaves are growing | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| It smells of rosemary | 
| In the gardens the lilacs wiggle | 
| And the little apples already have the seed | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| Dogs raise their paws | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| The peacocks are the puppets | 
| We see the cats lick each other for the pussies | 
| And the snails galloping at top speed | 
| Ah! | 
| How sweet ! | 
| Life seems rosy to you | 
| There is no mistake! | 
| Something is happening | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| We play the mandolin | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| The air fills with chorus | 
| There are songs on the lips of girlfriends | 
| And pimples on buddies' noses | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| It's spring coming. | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| The streets seem to be celebrating, | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| Take ! | 
| Everybody's a kid | 
| Butchers look like poets | 
| And all the hairdressers have hair in their hands |