It's a wonderful garden, There are ducks that speak English, I give them bread, They shake their backs, Saying, Thank you very much, Mr. Twenny. We see there also statues That stand quietly all day, But I know, That as soon as night comes, They go to dance on the lawn. Dad, it's an extraordinary garden, There are birds that hold a buffet, They sell grain, Small pieces of gruyère, As a client they have, Mr. Mayor, she is the mayor. It was necessary to find, In this big city Mossad, Where tourists get bored, At the bottom of their buses, It was necessary to find, A place for a walk, I admit that this Saturday, I entered by chance. In this extraordinary garden, Far from the black buildings, And the blocked passages, There was a ball, That gave spring, In a corner of verdure, Little frogs were singing, A song, To greet the moon, As soon as it appeared, All pink with emotion, They enthroned, I believe, the brown waltz, An old *** tells me, That she says, in action, Mom, in this extraordinary garden, I suddenly saw pass, The most beautiful of girls, She came near me, The lady says, in action, You please me a lot, I love men in old brides, It was necessary to find, In this big city Perverse, A nice love, A little flirt, Of twenty years, That makes me forget, That love is a trade, In the bars of the city, Yes but, yes but, Not in, In my extraordinary garden, Extraordinary, An angel of the bizarre, An agent tells us, Extend yourself, On the green meadow, I will play you, While you are gathered, This agent, Was a great poet, But we preferred, Artemis and me, The sweetness, Of a secret bed, That she made me discover, For those who want to know, In the garden is, It is, you see it, In the heart of my song, I fly there sometimes, When a sorrow, Troubles me, It is enough, For that, A little imagination, It is enough, For that, A little imagination, Balls of night, Colors and wonders, Artemis, oh sweetness, Ecstasy of love, I will find you this evening, Beautiful, And the same on the first day, And I will love you, Under the moonlight, Of the extraordinary garden, It is enough, For that, A little imagination,