The White Roses lyrics

C’était un gamin un gosse de parisSa seule famille était sa mèreUne pauvre fille aux grands yeux flétrisPar le chagrin et la misèreIt was a kid a boy from parisHis sole family was his motherA poor girls with big faded eyesBy sorrow and miseryElle aimait les fleurs, les roses surtoutEt le cher bambin, le dimancheLui apportait des roses blanchesAu lieu d’acheter des joujouxLa câlinant bien tendrementIl disait en les lui donnantShe loved flowers, especially rosesAnd the belowed child, on sundaysWas bringing her some white rosesInstead of buy toys for himselfCaressing her tenderlyHe was saying while giving them to her«c’est aujourd’hui dimancheTiens ma jolie mamanVoici des roses blanchesToi qui les aimes tantVa quand je serai grandJ’achèterai au marchandToutes ses roses blanchesPour toi jolie mamToday it’s sundayHere my beautiful momHere are some white rosesYou who love them so muchGo when I’ll grow oldI will buy from the storeAll of his white rosesFor you beautiful mommyAu dernier printemps le destin brutalVint frapper la blonde ouvrièreElle tomba malade et pour l’hopitalLe gamin vit partir sa mèreUn matin d’avril parmi les promeneursN’ayant plus un sous dans sa pocheSur un marché le pauvre gosseFurtivement vola quelques fleursLa fleuriste l’ayant surpris, en baissant la tête il lui ditOn last spring brutal destinyCame hitting the blond workerShe became ill and for the hospitalThe boy saw his mother leaveA morning of april among the walkersNot having anymore a single penny in his pocketOn the market the poor boyFurtively stole some flowersThe florist (woman) having caught him, lowering his eyes he told her«c’est aujourd’hui dimancheEt j’allais voir mamanJ’ai pris ces roses blanchesElle les aiment tantSur son petit lit blancLà-bas elle m’attendJ’ai pris ces roses blanchesPour ma jolie mamToday it’s sundayAnd I was going to visit mommyI took those white rosesShe love them so muchOn her little white bedIn there she’s waiting for meI took those white rosesFor my beautiful mommyLa marchande émue doucement lui dit«emporte-les je te les donneElle l’embrassa et l’enfant partitTout rayonnant qu’on le pardonnePuis à l’hôpital il vint en courantPour offrir les fleurs à sa mèreMais en le voyant une infirmièreLui dit: «tu n’as plus de mamEt le gamin s’agenouillant, dit devant le petit lit blancThe touched merchant told him softlyHave them I give them to youShe kissed him and he leftAll shinning that he was forgivenThen to the hospital he came runningTo offer the flowers to his motherBut seeing him a nurseTold him: you no longer have a mommyAnd the boy kneeling down told in front of the little white bed«c’est aujourd’hui dimancheTiens ma jolie mamanVoici des roses blanchesToi qui les aimais tantEt quand tu t’en irasAu grand jardin là-basCes belles roses blanchesTu les emporterToday it’s sundayHere my beautiful momHere are some white rosesYou who loved them so muchAnd when you’ll leaveTo the great garden up thereThose beautiful white rosesYou’ll bring them along