It would take almost nothing
Perhaps ten years younger
So that I can tell you I love you
Let me take you by the hand
To take you to Saint-Germain
Offering you another coffee with cream
But why make films?
Little girl, come on, look at me
And look at the wrinkles that separate us
What's the point of acting?
The old lover who grows younger?
You yourself would pretend to believe it
What would we really look like?
I can already hear the comments
She's pretty, how can he still appeal to her?
She in spring, he in winter
It would take almost nothing
Yet nobody, you know that perfectly well.
Don't relive your youth
Don't be stupid and understand.
If I were twenty years old like you
I would shower you with promises in the shade
Here's your smile
Which turns in the water and capsizes
I don't want you to be sad
Imagine your life tomorrow
Right next to a long train
To take his last lap
What would you really look like?
I can already hear the comments
She's pretty, how can he still appeal to her?
She in spring, he in winter
It's someone else, not me, tomorrow.
Who will take you to Saint-Germain?
Have the first coffee with cream
It took almost nothing
Perhaps ten years younger
So that I can tell you
I love you