My grandfather lived in a small caravan
With my grandmother
My grandmother was as beautiful as the day, back then
And she still is
As a child, I was convinced she would live to be a hundred
She cooked with her dress inside out
So she wouldn't stain it with the sauce she just made

My grandpa was pretty easygoing about those things
But enlightened about others
Especially by the TV, always on
Which sang its same false notes all day long
He loved inventing stories
That he would tell us in the evening with my sisters
Sitting on the long chair where, when he got up
I could read the "bud" written inside
So in truth, I never read it
Since he never got up
And I could listen to him for hours

I will always remember the smell of grandma's meatballs
My grandfather yelling
Even though everyone knew there was no one kinder
It was a little paradise overlooking a river
The water flowed so fast you could put a brick in it
The current would make it swim
There was even a little hidden path
Where I would go hide just to hide
I was afraid of only one thing
It was the crocodiles that swam
When he wasn't there
The same ones from his story in Indiana
Even though he never went to Indiana

He had a very beautiful Vespa, a 125
Sometimes we would ride on it
Me, my sister Lou, and my other sister, Clara
The next day, I would fish with him
Hoping to see those crocodiles again
He told me there were three of them
That one had its eye poked out by dad so I didn't swim
If you don't see vipers, it's because they're very close
Otherwise, it's me who makes them go away
For you, so you can swim
In the river where I left

No, don't worry them
The crocodiles will watch over you
Oh, don't approach them
It's me who will watch over you

Lying down

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES