Hardy signed her first contract with the record label Vogue in November 1961. In April 1962, shortly after finishing school, her first album, "Oh oh Chéri", appeared, with the title song written by Johnny Hallyday's writing duo. The flip side of the record, "Tous les garçons et les filles" became a huge success, which sold 2 million copies. She had long hair and usually wore jeans with a leather jacket, while accompanying her songs on the guitar.
She sang in English, Spanish, and German occasionally. In 1963, she represented Monaco in the Grand Prix d'Eurovision de la Chanson with "L'amour s'en va" and emerged in fifth place. In 1968, she received the Grand Prix du Disque Académie Charles Cros.
In 1981, she married her long-time companion Jacques Dutronc, with whom she had already had a son (Thomas Dutronc) in 1973. In May 2000, she had a comeback with the album "Clair Obscur". Her son played the guitar, and her husband sang the duet "Puisque vous partez en voyage". Iggy Pop and Etienne Daho participated, as well. She currently lives near Paris.
In 2006 she released a new duets album entitled "Parenthèses" which included a song with her son Thomas.
In 2021, Hardy announced that her health had worsened and that she would not be able to sing again owing to the effects of cancer therapy.
La maison
Françoise Hardy Lyrics
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Je revois la maison où j'ai grandi
Il me revient des tas de choses
Je vois des roses dans un jardin
Là où vivaient des arbres maintenant la ville est là
Et la maison, les fleurs que j'aimais tant
N'existent plus
Ils savaient si bien partager mes jeux
Mais tout doit finir pourtant dans la vie
Et j'ai dû partir, les larmes aux yeux
Mes amis me demandaient
Pourquoi pleurer?
Découvrir le monde vaut mieux que rester
Tu trouveras toutes les choses qu'ici on ne voit pas
Toute une ville qui s'endort la nuit dans la lumière
Quand j'ai quitté ce coin de mon enfance
Je savais déjà que j'y laissais mon cœur
Tous mes amis, oui, enviaient ma chance
Mais moi, je pense encore à leur bonheur
À l'insouciance qui les faisaient rire
Et il me semble que je m'entends leur dire
Je reviendrai un jour, un beau matin parmi vos rires
Oui je prendrai un jour le premier train du souvenir
Le temps a passé et me revoilà
Cherchant en vain la maison que j'aimais
Où sont les pierres et où sont les roses
Toutes ces choses auxquelles je tenais?
D'elles et de mes amis plus une trace
D'autres gens, d'autres maisons ont volé leurs places
Là où vivaient des arbres maintenant la ville est là
Et la maison, où est-elle, la maison où j'ai grandi?
Je ne sais pas où est ma maison
La maison où j'ai grandi
Où est ma maison?
qui sait où est ma maison?
Ma maison, où est ma maison?
In the song "La maison" by Francoise Hardy, she reflects on her childhood memories and the place she called home. As she looks back on her fond memories, she sees the house she grew up in and the roses in the garden. However, as she looks at the place where trees once stood, she realizes that the city has replaced the greenery, and there is no longer a trace of the home she once loved.
Despite the change, she still remembers the good times she had with her friends, who knew how to share and play well. Although everything must come to an end in life, she couldn't help but leave with tears in her eyes. She remembers her friends asking why she was crying, and she replied that discovering the world was better than staying in one place. She says to her friends that she will return one day, and they will all laugh together again.
Years later, Francoise Hardy returns to the place she called home. However, she is unable to find the house she once loved, and all that remains are memories. She wonders where the house, the stones, and the roses have gone, all the things she once held dear to her heart. She longs for the happiness and carefree laughter she shared with her friends and the home she grew up in. She laments her loss, and her heart yearns for the past she can never retrieve.
"La maison" speaks to the nostalgic feeling we all experience when we revisit the places we once called home, only to find them drastically changed. The song is a reminder that our memories hold an immense power to transport us back into the past, to the places and people we once loved.
Line by Line Meaning
Quand je me tourne vers mes souvenirs
As I turn towards my memories
Je revois la maison où j'ai grandi
I see again the house where I grew up
Il me revient des tas de choses
Lots of things come back to me
Je vois des roses dans un jardin
I see roses in a garden
Là où vivaient des arbres maintenant la ville est là
Where trees used to live, now the city is there
Et la maison, les fleurs que j'aimais tant
And the house, the flowers I loved so much
N'existent plus
No longer exist
Ils savaient rire, tous mes amis
All my friends knew how to laugh
Ils savaient si bien partager mes jeux
They knew so well how to share my games
Mais tout doit finir pourtant dans la vie
But everything must end in life
Et j'ai dû partir, les larmes aux yeux
And I had to leave, tears in my eyes
Mes amis me demandaient
My friends asked me
Pourquoi pleurer?
Why cry?
Découvrir le monde vaut mieux que rester
Discovering the world is better than staying
Tu trouveras toutes les choses qu'ici on ne voit pas
You will find all the things that we don't see here
Toute une ville qui s'endort la nuit dans la lumière
A whole city that falls asleep at night in the light
Quand j'ai quitté ce coin de mon enfance
When I left this corner of my childhood
Je savais déjà que j'y laissais mon cœur
I already knew I was leaving my heart there
Tous mes amis, oui, enviaient ma chance
All my friends, yes, envied my luck
Mais moi, je pense encore à leur bonheur
But I still think about their happiness
À l'insouciance qui les faisaient rire
To the carefree life that made them laugh
Et il me semble que je m'entends leur dire
And I seem to hear myself telling them
Je reviendrai un jour, un beau matin parmi vos rires
I'll come back one day, a beautiful morning among your laughter
Oui je prendrai un jour le premier train du souvenir
Yes, I'll take one day the first train of memories
Le temps a passé et me revoilà
Time has passed and here I am again
Cherchant en vain la maison que j'aimais
Searching in vain for the house I loved
Où sont les pierres et où sont les roses
Where are the stones and where are the roses
Toutes ces choses auxquelles je tenais?
All those things I held dear?
D'elles et de mes amis plus une trace
Of them and my friends, not a trace
D'autres gens, d'autres maisons ont volé leurs places
Other people, other homes have taken their place
Ma maison, où est ma maison?
My house, where is my house?
Je ne sais pas où est ma maison
I don't know where my house is
La maison où j'ai grandi
The house where I grew up
Où est ma maison?
Where is my house?
qui sait où est ma maison?
Who knows where my house is?
Lyrics © Clan Edizioni Musicali s.r.l.
Written by: Adriano Celentano, Edmond Bacri, Luciano Beretta, Mariano Detto, Michele Del Prete
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The house where I grew up
When I turn to my memories
I see again the house where I grew up
A million thoughts comes back to me:
I see roses in a garden
There, where the trees used to live,
now the city is there
and the house, the flowers I loved so much, no longer exists
they knew how to laugh, all my friends
they knew so well how to take part in my games
but everything must come to an end in life
and i had to leave, tears in my eyes
my friends ask me "why do you cry?"
and "traveling the world is better than staying.
You'll find everything here you cannot see,
an entire city that sleeps at night under the lights"
When I left this part of my childhood,
I knew already that I was leaving my heart
All of my friends envied my luck,
but i still think of their happiness,
of the carefree way that made them laugh
and it seems that I hear myself telling them:
"I'll come back one day, one fine morning amid your laughter,
yes, one day I'll take the first train of memory".
Time passes and here I am again,
searching in vain for the house I loved.
Where are the stones, where are the roses,
all of the things I held dear?
Of them and of me, no trace remains.
Other people, other houses have stolen their place.
There, where the trees live, now the city is there
and the house, where is the house where I grew up?
I don't know where my house is,
the house where I grew up.
Where is my house?
Who knows where my house is?
My house, where is my house?
Who knows where my house is?
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@louisest-jacques6117
Merci merci pour ces belles chansons qui ont bercé mon adolescence (j'ai 70 ans)
@philippemarveaux5216
Bonsoir madame comment ça vas ? J’espère que je ne vous dérange pas . J’aimerais vous posez une question alors si cela ne vous dérange pas répondez moi !! Merci et bonne soirée à vous au plaisir de vous relire !!
@joelllebrave2897
sublime chanson
sublime francoise hàrdy merci
@christianchapus3240
J'ai 72 ans et très belle chanson.. Comme beaucoup de notre époque..les jeunes des années 60..
@pierremartinez4129
Moi , j'en ai 60 et mon adolesence a ete bercee par les annees 60 et tout particulierement par ce chef d'oeuvre musical que je reecoute bien volontiers .
@EdLegov777
@@pierremartinez4129 Tous les Français partent en signe de protestation, ne travaillent pas pendant une semaine.
@sergemeunier7886
cela me rappel notre belle jeunesse et je suis nostalgique de cette époque
@Carla-ov5rk
Bravo pour cette chanson je n ai que 11 ans et je suis accros à cette chanson 🎵
@brodyymanor5621
C'etais au temps ou l'amitie a un sens.vraiment c'est une belle chanson.
@bernadettesalvin-lagarrigu4936
MERCI à Youtube pour ces beaux souvenirs avec Françoise Hardy..!