Camille "Mon petit vieux" lyrics

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Mon petit vieux

C’est lui sur le banc de squareC’est mon ami, mon amoureuxEt ça fait rire les pigeonsParce que c’est un petit vieux

Nos rendez-vousC’est pas comme dans les films

Je cours vers lui il reste assisUn jour il m’a même dit :Tu es la femme du reste de ma vie

Les gens croient qu’il ne me touche pas

Mais il me touche mon petit vieuxC’est beau ses rides autour des yeux

Des fois quand il est tardY’a ses potes qui l’attendent au barUne bièreDeux bières

Et il me parle pendant des heuresDes vies qu’il a perdues de vueLui au moins il n’a rien à perdreAlors que moi je n’ai rien vu

Les gens croient qu’il ne me touche pas

Mais il me touche mon petit vieuxC’est beau ses rides autour des yeux

Un jour on est allé danserC’était ni techno ni reggaeIl m’a pris doucement la tailleEt j’ai senti sa main trembler

Y’avait des lumières chaudes et clairesJ’entendais le bruit de ses pasEt tout à coup j’me suis sentieTout près de l’au-delà

Les gens croient qu’il ne me touche pas

Mais il me touche mon petit vieuxC’est beau ses rides autour des yeux

On dirait l’ombre des arbres sur le cielBleu

My Sweetheart

It's him on the bench at the squareIt's my friend, my loverAnd it makes the pigeons laughBecause he's a little old chap

Our datesIt's unlike those in the films

I run towards him, still sittingOne day, he even told me"You are the woman of the rest of my life"

People think that he doesn't touch me

But he touches me, my sweetheart*It's beautiful, wrinkles around his eyes

The times when he's lateThere're his friends who are waiting for him at the barA beerTwo beers

And he tells me for hoursAbout lives he lost from his viewHim, at least, he has nothing more to loseSo, me, I didn't see

People think that he doesn't touch me

But he touches me, my sweetheartIt's beautiful, wrinkles around his eyes

One day, we went to danceIt was neither techno nor reggaeHe took my figure softlyAnd I felt his hand trembling

There was warm and bright lightsI heard the sound of his stepsAnd suddenly, I feltSo close, from the heaven up there

People think that he doesn't touch me

But he touches me, my sweetheartIt's beautiful, wrinkles around his eyes

We said the shadow of the trees or the blue sky

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