Lyrics Collection, Louis Armstrong , Back
(George Weiss / Bob Thiele)
I see trees
of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful
world
I see skies of blue and
clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred
night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
The colours
of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How
do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you"
I hear babies cryin', I
watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Oh yeah
Bloom:
intransitive verb (be in flower) être fleuri; (come
into flower) fleurir. 
Wonderful:
merveilleux/-euse, magnifique.
Blessed:
1 (holy) béni, 2 heureux.
Shake hands:
se serrer la main, se donner une poignée
de main.