La do do la do
Two fingers on a piano
This old piano is still good
Following me in my dreams
Is not an easy task
On the black keys
I put my despair
Or I park
My problems
It's on the white keys
That I put
My "I love you"
So this piano
Don't know where it's going
It cries or it laughes
Or both at the same time
It makes tremolos
It's exact it's false
It mixes up everything
The best and the worst
It glues end to end
Minor and then major
It hits a bit too hard
And doesn't do the right pitch

La do do la do
I play piannissimo
Dreaming of a stranger
Who for a lifetime
Will make me make
One more step

I only have two hands
But the music I like much
Only plays with four hands
But so long as exist
This pianist
I'm waiting for

If not this piano
Don't know where it's going
It cries or it laughes
Or both at the same time
It makes tremolos
It's exact it's false

Waiting for him to arrive
This music I create
Don't have a chance to
Make shiver (La vie en rose)
But I'm proud
To have done on its name
This strange song

Strange song
This strange song