Ma Jeunesse Fout Le Camp

My youth is leaving
Throughout a poem
And from one rhyme to another
It goes with arms hanging
My youth is leaving
At the dead fountain
And the willow cutters
Harvest my twenties
We won't go to the woods anymore
The poet's song
The two-penny refrain
The verses of the hurdy-gurdy
That we sang while dreaming
Of the boys at the party
I forget even the name
I forget even the name
We won't go to the woods anymore
To look for the violet
The rain falls today
Erasing our steps
Yet the children
Have songs in their heads
But I don't know them
But I don't know them
My youth is leaving
To the sound of a guitar
It leaves me
Silently, with slow steps
My youth is leaving
It has broken the mooring
In its hair
The flowers of my twenties
We won't go to the woods anymore
Autumn is coming
I'll wait for spring
Plucking boredom
It won't come back
And if my heart shivers
It's because night is falling
It's because night is falling
We won't go to the woods anymore
We won't go together anymore
My youth is leaving
To the rhythm of your steps
If only you knew
How much it resembles you
But you don't know
But you don't know