Seventeen, both woman and child,
Who knows nothing yet and discovers her body,
whom the sun inebriates and the night sets free..
Seventeen, a sweet innocent smile,
Submissive eyes under a curtain of eyelashes
but hungry like a wolf, thirsty for everything,
Seventeen, and breasts of white satin,
that, with their insolent charm, seem to taunt the wind..
Seventeen, and still taking your time
to reject all this organised world,
and making of this hour a joyful singing today..
Seventeen and living every moment
one's litlle child's whims,
one's exacting desires..'
Seventeen, was a teenager,
and I'm still one when I discover your body..
that's like a split-up fruit,
like a cry of revolt,
Seventeen, already, seventeen, you're
only seventeen, my love , my little girl...