Ma jeunesse

In my youth there are streets
dangerous
In my youth there were cities
morose
Elopements in the depths of the night
silent

In my youth when the fall
evening
It's a race for all hopes
I dance alone in front of my
mirror

But my youth looks at me
seriously she said to me:
“What have you been doing with our hours?
What have you done with our precious hours?
Now the winter wind is blowing"

In my youth there are beautiful
departures
My heart that trembles at the slightest glance
Uncertainty at the end of the corridor

In my youth there are gaps
Gliding while drunk
Distress landings

But my youth looks at me harshly
She said to me:
“What have you done with our nights?
What did you do with our nights of adventure?
Now time returns to its fold"

In my youth there is a prayer
A feat to say or do
A promise, a kind of mystery
In my youth there is a flower
That I picked in full sweetness
That I seized in full fear

But my youth looks at me cruel
She said to me: “It’s time to leave”
I return to other stars
And I'll leave the end of the story to you

But my youth looks at me cruel
She said to me: “It’s time to leave”
I return to other stars
And I'll leave the end of the story to you.