It would take almost nothing
Maybe ten years younger so I can tell you
I love you, let me hold your hand
To take you to Saint-Germain, to offer you another café crème
But why make films?
Little girl, come on, look at me and see the wrinkles that separate us
What's the point of playing the part of 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.
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 in the middle of
To take his last lap
Seriously, what would you 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