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It would take almost nothing, perhaps ten years less.
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
And 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 part?
You yourself would pretend to believe in the old lover who grows young again.
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.
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.
Oh dear, there goes 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 of honor
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