Le carrosse (il attendait son carrosse)
On allait ensemble à l'école communale
C'était le gamin qui n'jouait jamais
Il avait la tête au milieu des étoiles
Nous les chefs indiens, il nous ignorait
Il attendait son carrosse
Il attendait ses chevaux
Tablier noir, cheveux en brosse
On l'appelait Monsieur Carabosse
Il s'inventait des baronnes
Qui visitaient son château
Et pour promener sa bonne
La bonne Yvonne
Il attendait son carrosse
Il attendait ses chevaux
Je l'ai retrouvé dans la rue de Courcelles
Alors qu'il vendait des pierres à briquet
Il se baladait couronné d'étincelles
Comme un Louis XIV après un banquet
Il attendait son carrosse
Il attendait ses chevaux
Très fier de lui et de ses noces
Avec la fille d'un roi d'Écosse
Elle était là sans couronne
Pour amuser les badauds
C'était toujours sa bonne
La bonne Yvonne
Il attendait son carrosse
Il attendait ses chevaux
Et le temps passait et chambardait la terre
On démolissait, on rebâtissait
La fortune passait dans un bruit de tonnerre
Lui, vendait toujours ses pierres à briquet
Il attendait son carrosse
Il attendait ses chevaux
C'est merveilleux un rêve de gosse
Quand on y croit de toutes ses forces
Et Cendrillon en personne
Dormait le soir au château
C'était toujours sa bonne
La bonne Yvonne
Il attendait son carrosse
Il attendait ses chevaux !
The Carriage (He Was Waiting for His Carriage)
We used to walk to the local school together
He was the kid who never played
His head was lost among the stars
We, the Indian chiefs, he ignored us
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
Black apron, crew-cut hair
They called him Mr. Carabosse
He made up baronesses
Who visited his castle
And to take his maid for a stroll
The maid Yvonne
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
I found him on Courcelles Street
As he was selling flint stones
He strolled around crowned in sparks
Like Louis XIV after a banquet
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
So proud of himself and his wedding
With the daughter of a Scottish king
She was there without a crown
To entertain the onlookers
It was still his maid
The maid Yvonne
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
And time passed, shaking up the earth
They were tearing down, rebuilding
Fortune passed with a thunderous sound
He was still selling his flint stones
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
It's wonderful, a kid's dream
When you believe with all your might
And Cinderella herself
Slept at the castle at night
It was still his maid
The maid Yvonne
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses!