Hey baby
Goodbye old friend
It would only take almost nothing
Maybe ten years left
For me to tell you I love you
To take you by the hand
To lead you to St. Germain
To buy you another café crème
But why make a scene
Little girl, come on, look at me
And see the wrinkles that divide us
What's the point of playing a role
Of the old lover growing young again
You yourself would only 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's in springtime, he's in winter
It would only take almost nothing
Yet no one, you know it well
Ever goes back to their youth
Don't be foolish, understand
If I were twenty like you
I'd cover you with promises
But there you go, your smile appears
Then falters and begins to sink
I don't want you to be sad
Imagine your life tomorrow
Beside a clown
Busy with his final turn
In the spotlight
What would you really look like
I can already hear the comments
She's pretty, how can he still appeal to her
She's in springtime, he's in winter
Tomorrow it will be someone else, not me
Who takes you to St. Germain
To have that first café crème
It only took almost nothing
Maybe ten years less
For me to tell you
I love you
Hey baby
Goodbye old friend
It would only take almost nothing
Maybe ten years left
For me to tell you I love you
To take you by the hand
To lead you to St. Germain
To buy you another café crème
But why make a scene
Little girl, come on, look at me
And see the wrinkles that divide us
What's the point of playing a role
Of the old lover growing young again
You yourself would only 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's in springtime, he's in winter
It would only take almost nothing
Yet no one, you know it well
Ever goes back to their youth
Don't be foolish, understand
If I were twenty like you
I'd cover you with promises
But there you go, your smile appears
Then falters and begins to sink
I don't want you to be sad
Imagine your life tomorrow
Beside a clown
Busy with his final turn
In the spotlight
What would you really look like
I can already hear the comments
She's pretty, how can he still appeal to her
She's in springtime, he's in winter
Tomorrow it will be someone else, not me
Who takes you to St. Germain
To have that first café crème
It only took almost nothing
Maybe ten years less
For me to tell you
I love you