Original Title: "Les copains de mai"
Year: 1979
On the path of my bohemian life
I have seen childreen pass
If they were anxious about the future
They still wanted to hope
Our meeting was too brief
Where, without saying it, we love each others
While sharing the same dreams
The time for a month of may to last
The time for a month of may to last
Because this city in which we hasten ourselves
Is merciless to the springs
Life takes them. Life city spoils them
In a banal way I mean
In a banal way I mean
Not wanting to appear more gamine
Nor weaker than boys anymore
The girls had ways,
Slightly troubling, of androgynes
Love was, if you listened to them,
Nothing but hobby by mutual agreement
It was of course to protect themselves
from suffering and crying because of it
from suffering and crying because of it
Because this city in which we hasten ourselves
Is merciless to the lovers
Life takes them Life city spoils them
In the cruel way I mean
In the cruel way I mean
On three chords of a guitar
We were singing the same songs
But destiny has its reasons
Undoubtly when it parts us
Am I still in your memory
I who would like to beg you
To never think nor believe
That I could forget about you
That I could forget about you
Because this city in which we hasten ourselves
Is merciless to the missings one
Life takes them Life city spoils them
In the meaningless way I mean
Where are your teenager hearts?
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