Il Venait D'avoir 18 Ans
Dalida
He Had Just Turned 18
He had just turned 18
He was beautiful like a child
Strong like a man
It was obviously summer
And as I saw him, I counted
My autumn nights
I tidied up my hair
A bit more black around my eyes
It made him laugh
When he approached me
I would have given anything
To seduce him
He had just turned 18
It was the most convincing argument
Of his victory
He didn't talk to me about love
He thought that words of love
Are ridiculous
He said: I want you
He had seen in the cinema
The ploughed field
In the hollow of an improvised bed
I discovered amazed
A superb sky
He had just turned 18
It made him almost insolent
With certainty
And while he was getting dressed
Already defeated, I found again
My solitude
I wanted to hold him back
Yet I let him go
Without a gesture
He said to me: it wasn't so bad
With the infernal candor
Of his youth
I tidied up my hair
A bit more black around my eyes
Out of habit
I had simply forgotten
That I was twice 18 years old
