Ça ne change pas un homme [English translation]

I didn't believe the words when they were so beautiful

I haven't taken the key, I didn't close anything back

But I used them these bushy paths

For the mulberry trees of the concrete, the nose in the tar

I have grown up in the street with the end of the fists

With shards of refusals planted in my destiny

For not having wanted anything I didn't remember anything

For not having touched anything I didn't deform anything

Refrain:

It doesn't change a man, a man is getting old

Oh a man doesn't die, a man is being forgotten

It doesn't change a man, a man is getting old

Oh a man doesn't die

I din't believe the friend, nor the love, nor the girls

I didn't take my time, I waited in the front

But I have burned them, my paper castles

With real snakes, with false simulations

It doesn't change a man, a man is getting old

Oh a man doesn't die, a man is being forgotten

It doesn't change a man, a man is getting old

Oh a man doesn't die

For not having ever believed I have never lived

For not having ever known, my father I'm greeting you

It doesn't change a man, a man is getting old

Oh a man doesn't die, a man is being forgotten

It doesn't change a man, a man is getting old

Oh a man doesn't die

It doesn't change a man, a man is getting old

Oh a man doesn't die, a man is being forgotten

Oh a man doesn't die