It would take almost nothing
Perhaps ten 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 crème
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 part?
You yourself would pretend to believe in the old lover who grows young again.
I wonder what we would look like, I can already hear the comments
She's pretty, how can he still appeal to her, her in spring, him in winter
It would take almost nothing, yet nobody knows 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'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 of honor
Seriously, what would you look like? I can already hear the comments.
She's pretty, how can he still appeal to her, her in spring, him in winter
Someone else will take you to Saint-Germain tomorrow.
Having the first coffee with cream, it took almost nothing
Maybe ten years younger, so I can tell you, I love you