Real life at the French, it would take almost nothing
Perhaps ten years younger
So that I can tell you that 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?
Of the old lover who grows young again
You yourself would pretend to believe it
Really, what would we look like?
I can already hear the comments
She's pretty, how can I still like her?
Hello spring, him 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.
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 clown doing
His final lap
Seriously, what would you look like?
I can already hear the comments
She's pretty, how can he still appeal to her?
Hello spring, him 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