Charles Trenet (May 18, 1913, Narbonne, France – February 19, 2001, Créteil… Read Full Bio ↴Charles Trenet (May 18, 1913, Narbonne, France – February 19, 2001, Créteil, France) was a French singer and songwriter, most famous for his recordings from the late 1930s through the mid-1950s, though his career continued through the 1990s. In an era in which it was exceptional for a singer to write his or her own material, Trenet wrote prolifically and preferred to record his own songs.
Some of his best known songs include "Boum...!", "Y'A D'La Joie", "Que Reste-T-Il De Nos Amours?", "Ménilmontant", and "Douce France". His catalog of songs is enormous, numbering close to a thousand. While many of his songs mined relatively conventional topics such as love, Paris, and nostalgia for his younger days, what set Trenet's songs apart were their personal, poetic, sometimes quite eccentric qualities, often infused with a warm wit. Some of his songs had unconventional subject matter, with whimsical imagery bordering on the surreal. "Y'A D'La Joie" evokes "joy" through a series of disconnected (though all vaguely phallic) images, including that of a subway car shooting out of its tunnel into the air, the Eiffel Tower crossing the street and a baker making excellent bread. The lovers engaged in a minuet in "La Polka Du Roi" reveal themselves at length to be "no longer human": they are made of wax and trapped in the Musée Grévin. Many of his hits from the 1930s and 1940s effectively combine the melodic and verbal nuance of French song with American swing rhythms.
Other artists have had hits with some of Trenet's songs, such as the American Bobby Darin's success with "Beyond the Sea" ("La Mer"). Darin's version preserved the charming chording of Trenet's original which the author dashed off in about an hour in 1946 as an homage to the French coastline, once again free of battleships and the scars of World War II.
Other Trenet songs were recorded by such popular French singers as Maurice Chevalier, Jean Sablon, and Frehel.
Some of his best known songs include "Boum...!", "Y'A D'La Joie", "Que Reste-T-Il De Nos Amours?", "Ménilmontant", and "Douce France". His catalog of songs is enormous, numbering close to a thousand. While many of his songs mined relatively conventional topics such as love, Paris, and nostalgia for his younger days, what set Trenet's songs apart were their personal, poetic, sometimes quite eccentric qualities, often infused with a warm wit. Some of his songs had unconventional subject matter, with whimsical imagery bordering on the surreal. "Y'A D'La Joie" evokes "joy" through a series of disconnected (though all vaguely phallic) images, including that of a subway car shooting out of its tunnel into the air, the Eiffel Tower crossing the street and a baker making excellent bread. The lovers engaged in a minuet in "La Polka Du Roi" reveal themselves at length to be "no longer human": they are made of wax and trapped in the Musée Grévin. Many of his hits from the 1930s and 1940s effectively combine the melodic and verbal nuance of French song with American swing rhythms.
Other artists have had hits with some of Trenet's songs, such as the American Bobby Darin's success with "Beyond the Sea" ("La Mer"). Darin's version preserved the charming chording of Trenet's original which the author dashed off in about an hour in 1946 as an homage to the French coastline, once again free of battleships and the scars of World War II.
Other Trenet songs were recorded by such popular French singers as Maurice Chevalier, Jean Sablon, and Frehel.
Maman ne vend pas la maison
Charles Trenet Lyrics
La maison est à vendre
La maison est à prendre
Ils veulent vendre la maison
Y'a même un écriteau pour dire ces mots :
« À vendre »
Maman ne vends pas notre vieille maison
Là j'peux pas t'donner raison
Elle est si jolie avec ses volets verts
Sa fraîcheur l'été et sa douceur l'hiver
Y'a des souvenirs au fond de chaque tiroir
Des parfums dans les placards
Les trains qui vont la nuit nous chantent des chansons
Maman ne vends pas la maison
Je sais qu'la vie est dure
Papa n'vends plus d'peinture
Alors qu'il roupille jusqu'à minuit
Je sais que tu n'as plus beaucoup d'argent
Comme avant
Maman ne vends pas notre vieille maison
J'vais gagner bientôt l'million
Je t'achèterai des robes des chapeaux
Des bijoux qui brillent et une petite auto
Gardons le couloir, l'échelle du grenier
Et la bonne qui boite d'un pied
Le vieux fourneau rougi, le chat qui fait ronron
Maman ne vends pas la maison
Le temps passe très vite
Et les années nous quittent
Un jour on est un grand garçon
Mais toi malgré tes quelques cheveux gris
Tu es jolie
Maman tu as bien fait de garder la maison
Toujours nous y resterons
Elle est si jolie avec ses volets verts
Sa fraîcheur l'été et sa douceur l'hiver
Y a des souvenirs au fond de chaque tiroir
Des parfums dans les placards
Les trains qui vont la nuit nous chantent des chansons
Merci maman d'avoir gardé la maison
La maison est à prendre
Ils veulent vendre la maison
Y'a même un écriteau pour dire ces mots :
« À vendre »
Maman ne vends pas notre vieille maison
Là j'peux pas t'donner raison
Elle est si jolie avec ses volets verts
Sa fraîcheur l'été et sa douceur l'hiver
Y'a des souvenirs au fond de chaque tiroir
Les trains qui vont la nuit nous chantent des chansons
Maman ne vends pas la maison
Je sais qu'la vie est dure
Papa n'vends plus d'peinture
Alors qu'il roupille jusqu'à minuit
Je sais que tu n'as plus beaucoup d'argent
Comme avant
Maman ne vends pas notre vieille maison
J'vais gagner bientôt l'million
Je t'achèterai des robes des chapeaux
Des bijoux qui brillent et une petite auto
Gardons le couloir, l'échelle du grenier
Et la bonne qui boite d'un pied
Le vieux fourneau rougi, le chat qui fait ronron
Maman ne vends pas la maison
Le temps passe très vite
Et les années nous quittent
Un jour on est un grand garçon
Mais toi malgré tes quelques cheveux gris
Tu es jolie
Maman tu as bien fait de garder la maison
Toujours nous y resterons
Elle est si jolie avec ses volets verts
Sa fraîcheur l'été et sa douceur l'hiver
Y a des souvenirs au fond de chaque tiroir
Des parfums dans les placards
Les trains qui vont la nuit nous chantent des chansons
Merci maman d'avoir gardé la maison
Lyrics © RAOUL BRETON EDITIONS, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: Johnny HESS, Charles TRENET, ALEC SINIAVINE
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emmanuel TOKO
Merci magnifique chanson pleine de tendresse et de nostalgie