was a spring ...
tore the sixties with life over the shoulder ...
I was seventeen and I said, "because you are too old,
should try to live a great love ..."
and appeared for a news-Saint-Germain
ask in unison a "Salut les compains"
and, between songs of Francoise Hardy
I could invite you to tea at "Le Paradis"
And you talked of poetry
meat and pleasure ...
and you, of treachery
hidden in the woman ...
And taught me to live ...
and taught me to say
"J'aime j'aime, j'aime faire l'amour
avec toi."
have not changed anything ...
perhaps a shade of melancholy in his eyes ...
while still retaining that air of virginal wrist, like a madonna
Chagall Russian ...
And more than mad me turn the world upside down when I
statements: 'Je serai ta maitresse'
that night at the "Aux Deux Magots"
after seeing the "peau douce"
Truffaut and now I'm not going to
film is so sweet and our skin, let me guess
...
have an unfaithful lover.
And taught me to live ...
and taught me to say
"J'aime j'aime, j'aime faire l'amour
avec toi."
And without realizing it,
as mercenaries have come to sack the nineties ...
and now, finally, I am now some older scars
and your a woman having a bad love ...
back to find but on this occasion,
I will talk about the past and you, of your disappointment
After receiving "les 400 coups" How far have been
L'amour fou, as all poetry
of meat and
pleasure it was just a flash in the
that has ever come back ...
And taught me to live ...
and taught me to say
"J'aime j'aime, j'aime faire l'amour
avec toi."
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