Il Venait D'avoir 18 Ans
Alain Delon & Dalida
He Just Turned 18
He just turned 18
He was as cute as a kid
Strong like a man
It was summer, obviously
And I counted as I saw him
My autumn nights
I fixed my hair
A bit more black on my eyes
It made him laugh
When he came close to me
I would have given anything
To charm him
He just turned 18
It was the best argument
For his victory
He didn’t talk to me about love
He thought that love words
Were pointless
He told me, "I want you"
He had seen in the movies
The young wheat
In the curve of an improvised bed
I discovered, amazed
A stunning sky
He just turned 18
It made him almost cocky
With certainty
And while he got dressed
Already defeated, I found
My solitude
I would have wanted to hold him back
Yet I let him go
Without a gesture
He said to me, "It wasn’t so bad"
With the hellish innocence
Of his youth
I fixed my hair
A bit more black on my eyes
Out of habit
I had simply forgotten
That I was twice 18.
