Tire l'aiguille [English translation]

Pull, pull, pull the needle, my daughter.

Tomorrow you will be wed, my friend.

Pull, pull, pull the needle, my daughter.

Your dress must be ready on time.

Under your fingers are born flowers

made of diamond sequins.

The tiara of lucky orange blossoms

is in the hands of your mother.

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai.

Pull, pull the needle, my daughter.

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai.

Pull, pull the needle, my daughter.

Your room is covered with small pieces of silk.

The cat on the carpet loves playing with them.

Near the flickering fire, the armchair sways

and rocks your sleeping father.

Your mother, without saying a word,

has just folded up your dress.

Your dad will know tomorrow, after the reception,

that the cost of a marriage is a lot of trouble.

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai.

Pull, pull the needle, my daughter.

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai.

Pull, pull the needle, my friend.

The light of the lamp smokes and wavers.

Your eyes are covered with a lace veil.

Do let yourself get tired out, my friend,

tomorrow, you must be beautiful.

And when the organ plays,

when you finally take his arm,

let millions of stars in the thread of time

sow your path of happiness.

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai.

Pull, pull the needle, my daughter.

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai.

Pull, pull the needle, my daughter.

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai.

Pull, pull the needle, my daughter.

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai ....

• Artist:Dalida
• Album:Les années Barclay l'intégrale: 1956-1970