Wake up cool
Say I love you
Let me take you by the hand
To take you to Saint-Germain
Offering you another coffee with cream
Why make films
Thin heels, look at me
And look at the wrinkles that separate us
What's the point of acting?
Of the old lover who grows young again
You yourself would pretend to believe it
Truly in pain and sorrow
I can already hear the comments
She is pretty
How can he still appeal to her?
And our claims would go to him
It would take almost nothing
Yet nobody, you know that perfectly well.
Going back through his youth
Don't be stupid and understand.
If I were twenty years old like you
I would shower you with promises.
Well, there'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 Nantes plop
To take his last lap
It's truly heartbreaking, and you'll love him.
I can already hear the comments
She is pretty
How can he still appeal to her?
And our claims would go to him
It's someone else, not me, tomorrow.
Who will take you to Saint-Germain-en-Troyes?
The first café crème
It took almost nothing
Perhaps ten years younger
So that I can tell you I love you
It would take almost nothing
Perhaps ten years younger
So that I can tell you I love you