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