Original Title: "Il suffirait de presque rien"
Year: 1968
Almost nothing would be enough
Maybe ten years less
For me to tell you "I love you"
For me to take you by the hand
To take you to St Germain
To offer you another cream coffee
But why pretend
Girl, come on, look at me
And see the wrinkles parting us
What's the point of puting on an act
Of the old lover who feels younger
You would pretend to believe it yourself
Really what would we look like?
I already hear the comments:
She is pretty
How can he still please her
She in spring, he in winter
Almost nothing would be enough
still noone you know well
goes back through his youth
Don't be stupid and understand
If I was twenty like you
I'd cover you in promises
There is your smile
turning to water and capsizing
I don't want you to be sad
Imagine your life tomorrow
Next to a clown busy
making his last ring turn
Really what would you look like
I already hear the comments
She is pretty
How can he still please her
She in spring, he in winter
It's someone else than me tomorrow
Who will take you to St Germain
To take the first cream coffee
Almost nothing was enough
Maybe ten years less
For me to tell you "I love you"
On television in 1995:
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