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