Le temps passé

In the apothecary's books
Twenty years, it's a sum of happiness
My twenties died in the war
On the other side of the field of honor
If I knew a tough time, for sure
It's the time of my twenties
However, I mourn its loss
It's dead, it was the good times
The past time is always pretty
Once they've kicked the bucket
We forgive all those who have offended us
The dead are all good guys
In your little hare memory
Bécassine, do you remember
Our love from the corner of our lips
Love null and void
Love of a penny that certainly
Didn't go further than the edge of his bed
However, we mourn its loss
It's dead, it's embellished
The past time is always pretty
Once they've kicked the bucket
We forgive all those who have offended us
The dead are all good guys
I put on my darkest outfit
And my funeral mask
To lead to the kingdom of shadows
A bunch of old bones
The earth has never produced, certainly
A more consummate scoundrel
However, we mourn its loss
She's dead, she's embalmed
The past time is always pretty
Once they've kicked the bucket
We forgive all those who have offended us
The dead are all good guys