125. Et je me dis en moi-même...
Louis Armstrong - What a wonderful world
I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue, and clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colours of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands, asking "How do you do ?"
They're really saying "I love you"
I hear babies cryI watch them grow
They'll learn much more
Than I'll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world
...Oui, la vie est belle et il ne pourrait en être autrement.
I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue, and clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colours of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands, asking "How do you do ?"
They're really saying "I love you"
I hear babies cryI watch them grow
They'll learn much more
Than I'll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world
...Oui, la vie est belle et il ne pourrait en être autrement.
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