Tino Rossi — Les Roses Blanches song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Les Roses Blanches" by Tino Rossi.
Lyrics
C'était un gamin, un gosse de paris
Sa seule famille était sa mère
Une pauvre fille aux grands yeux flétris
Par le chagrin et la misère
Elle aimait les fleurs, les roses surtout
Et le cher bambin, le dimanche
Lui apportait des roses blanches
Au lieu d’acheter des joujoux
La câlinant bien tendrement
Il disait en les lui donnant:
«C'est aujourd’hui dimanche
Tiens ma jolie maman
Voici des roses blanches
Toi qui les aimes tant
Va quand je serai grand
J’achèterai au marchand
Toutes ses roses blanches
Pour toi jolie maman»
Au dernier printemps le destin brutal
Vint frapper la blonde ouvrière
Elle tomba malade et pour l’hôpital
Le gamin vit partir sa mère
Un matin d’avril parmi les promeneurs
N’ayant plus un sous dans sa poche
Sur un marché le pauvre gosse
Furtivement vola quelques fleurs
La fleuriste l’ayant surpris
En baissant la tête il lui dit:
«C'est aujourd’hui dimanche
Et j’allais voir maman
J’ai pris ces roses blanches
Elle les aiment tant
Sur son petit lit blanc
Là-bas elle m’attend
J’ai pris ces roses blanches
Pour ma jolie maman»
La marchande émue doucement lui dit:
«Emporte-les je te les donne»
Elle l’embrassa et l’enfant partit
Tout rayonnant qu’on le pardonne
Puis à l’hôpital il vint en courant
Pour offrir les fleurs à sa mère
Mais en voyant une infirmière
Lui dit tu n’as plus de maman
Et le gamin s’agenouillant dit devant le petit lit blanc:
«C'est aujourd’hui dimanche
Tiens ma jolie maman
Voici des roses blanches
Toi qui les aimais tant
Et quand tu t’en iras
Au grand jardin là-bas
Ces belles roses blanches
Tu les emporteras»
Lyrics translation
He was a kid, a kid from paris.
His only family was his mother
A poor girl with big wilted eyes
Through grief and misery
She loved flowers, especially roses
And dear child, on Sunday
Brought her white roses
Instead of buying toys
Cuddling her very tenderly
He said by giving them to him:
"Today is Sunday
Hold my pretty mommy
Here are white roses
You who love them so much
Go when I grow up
I'll buy from the merchant
All her white roses
For you pretty mom»
Last spring the brutal fate
Came to bang the blonde worker
She fell ill and for the hospital
The kid lives to leave his mother
An April morning among walkers
Having no more money in his pocket
In a market the poor kid
Stealthily flew some flowers
The florist surprised him
Lowering his head he tells her:
"Today is Sunday
And I was going to see mom
I took these white roses
She loves them so much
On her little white bed
There she is waiting for me
I took these white roses
For my pretty mom»
The moved merchant gently tells him:
"Take them away I give them to you»
She kissed him and the child left
All radiant that we forgive him
Then to the hospital he came running
To offer the flowers to his mother
But seeing a nurse
He says you don't have a mom anymore.
And the kid kneeling says in front of the little white bed:
"Today is Sunday
Hold my pretty mommy
Here are white roses
You who loved them so much
And when you leave
To the big garden there
These beautiful white roses
You'll take them away»