Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he's had the pleasure to know. And all the people that come and go Stop and say "Hello".
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar, And little children laugh at him behind his back. And the banker never wears a mac In the pouring rain, very strange.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass, And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen. He likes to keep his fire engine clean, It's a clean machine.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. A four of fish and finger pies In summer. Meanwhile back Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray. And though she feels as if she's in a play, She is anyway.
In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer, We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim, And then the fireman rushes in From the pouring rain - very strange.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back. Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. There beneath the blue suburban skies Penny Lane!
Dans Penny Lane il ya un barbier montrant des photos
Arrêtez-vous et dire bonjour.
Et tous les gens qui vont et viennent
Sur le coin est un banquier avec une automobile,
Sur chaque tête il a eu le plaisir de connaître.
Les petits enfants se moquent de lui derrière son dos.
Et le banquier ne porte jamais de mack
Sous une pluie battante, très étrange.
Penny Lane est dans mes oreilles et dans mes yeux.
Il sous le ciel bleu de banlieue