La la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la
It would take almost nothing
Maybe 10 years younger
So that I can tell you I love you, so that I can take your hand
To take you to Saint-Germain, to offer you another café au lait
But why make a movie, little girl, come on, look at me
And look at the wrinkles that separate us. What's the point of playing the old lover's game?
Whoever grows younger, you yourself would pretend to believe it
I wonder what we'd look like. I can already hear the comments.
She's pretty, how can he still please her, she in spring, he in winter?
It would take almost nothing. Yet nobody, you know that.
Don't relive your youth. Don't be stupid and understand.
If I were 20 years old like you, I would shower you with promises.
Oh dear, there's your smile, turning to water and capsizing.
I don't want you to be sad. Imagine your life tomorrow.
Right next to a clown doing his last lap
Seriously, what would you look like? I can already hear the comments.
She's pretty, how can he still please her, she in spring, he in winter?
It will be someone else, not me, who will take you to Saint-Germain tomorrow.
Having the first café crème, it took almost nothing
Maybe ten years younger so I can tell you I love you