When I was six years old the first time dad took me to the cinema
I found it more thrilling than anything else
There were on the screen funny guys, mustachioed, strong men
As soon as they kill each other every time they find a hair in the dish
A piano was playing atmospheric things
William Tell or the great air of the Trouvère
And the whole audience, shivering, was passionate about these brave people
It wasn't expensive, we got our money's worth for three francs

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, like love
Blonde, blonde, blonde, blonde, like the day
A dream passed on the screen and in the dark room
Hands are searching, hands are finding timidly

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, there she is again
And in the room more than one heart beats
The car where she thinks she is safe
Just crashed to the ground with a broken axle
The bandit will be able to get his hands
On the money, it's tragic, damn it!
It's over, everything lights up, see you next Wednesday

Now it's not my dad who can take me to the cinema
Because he plants his cabbages there not far from Saint Cul-Cul Fa
But I met a Dalila, a funny kid, a girl like that
She loves going to the movies on Wednesdays

Of course it's become cinemascope
But it still moves and gallops
And it still remains like before filled with lawless cowboys
And vigilantes who come to stick their big feet in the dish

Beware, beware, beware, beware, Gary Cooper is coming
Approaching the hellish ravine
Be careful you poor fool because Alan Ladd is not far away
At 500 meters he lodges a bullet in a piece of bread

Beware, beware, beware, beware, meanwhile
I gently take her in the crook of my arm
The armchair where she thinks she is safe
Doesn't prevent me, indeed, from managing to kiss her
I didn't see if Gary comes out winning
But as it's permanent cinema
My darling, remember, we stayed for a year
And we had a lot of children!

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