Tire l'aiguille

(Emile Stern, Eddie Barclay / Eddy Marnay)

Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...
Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...
Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...

Tire tire tire l'aiguille ma fille
Demain demain tu te maries mon amie
Tire tire tire l'aiguille ma fille
Ta robe doit être finie

Sous tes doigts naissent des fleurs
Lettres de paillettes, de diamants
Diadème d'oranger porté par mère
Est entre les mains de ta maman

Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...
Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...
Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...

Ta chambre est couverte de petits bouts de soie
Le chat sur le tapis s'en donnent à coeur joie
Près du feu qui danse, le fauteuil se balance
Et berce ton père endormi

Ta maman sans dire mot
Achève de plier ton trousseau
Ton papa saura demain, après le bal
Le mariage coûte bien du mal

Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...
Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...
Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...

La lumière de la lampe fume et chancelle
Tes yeux se couvrent d'un rideau de dentelles
Ne les laisse pas se fatiguer mon amie
Demain, il faut être jolie

Et quand l'orgue chantera
Lorsqu'enfin tu lui prendras le bras
Puissent des millions d'étoiles au fil des heures
Semer votre route de bonheur

Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...
Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...
Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...

Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...
Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...
Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...
Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille...

Pull pull the needle my daughter ...
Pull pull the needle my daughter ...
Pull pull the needle my daughter ...

Pull pull pull the needle my daughter
Tomorrow tomorrow you get married my friend
Pull pull pull the needle my daughter
Your dress should be finished

Under your fingers flowers grow
Letters of sequins, of diamonds
Diadem of an orange tree worn by mother
Is in the hands of your mom

Pull pull the needle my daughter ...
Pull pull the needle my daughter ...
Pull pull the needle my daughter ...

Your room is covered with small pieces of silk
The cat on the mat is playing to its heart's delight
Near the dancing fire, the armchair is swinging
And rocking your father asleep

Your mother without a word
Ends to fold your trousseau
Your father will know tomorrow, after the ball
That marriage costs lots of efforts

Pull pull the needle my daughter ...
Pull pull the needle my daughter ...
Pull pull the needle my daughter ...

The light of the lamp is smoking and staggering
Your eyes are covered with a curtain of laces
Don't let them get tired my friend
Tomorrow, you should be pretty

And when the organ sings
When finally you take his arm
May millions of stars over hours
Sow your way of happiness

Pull pull the needle my daughter ...
Pull pull the needle my daughter ...
Pull pull the needle my daughter ...

Pull pull the needle my daughter ...
Pull pull the needle my daughter ...
Pull pull the needle my daughter ...
Pull pull the needle my daughter ...

(Translation by CelineDionWeb.com)