Revive, old French, it would take almost nothing
Perhaps ten years younger
So that I can tell you 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 movies?
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
What would we really look like?
I can already hear the comments
She is 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.
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
Taking his final lap
What would you really look like?
I can already hear the comments
She is pretty
How can he still appeal to her?
She in spring, he in winter
It's someone other than 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
I love you