Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tiens tiens tiens (From "Tourbillon de Paris"), artist - Ray Ventura. Date of issue: 05.04.2007
Song language: French
Tiens tiens tiens (From "Tourbillon de Paris")(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 |