Before the right time, it's not time
After the right time, it's no longer the time
I've met him a little too late
He had already met Germaine
He has loved me for five weeks
I cared about nothing
And then on day, he understood
He lied to me for three more weeks
Then he went to Germaine
Oh my children! What has befallen me!
I don't want him...
What (am I) to do with this?
Before the right time, it's not time
After the right time, it's no longer the time
When we say "a quarter to (the hour)", it's a quarter to!
I've met him a little too late!
Pierre loves Jean's wife
Jean loves Pierre's wife
Pierre's wife loves a sergeant
Jean's wife loves a lawyer [1]
What do they hope for,
These pitiful people?
If Pierre's wife had met the sergeant
Before meeting Pierre...
If Jean's wife had met the lawyer
Before meeting Jean...
It would be a completely differently story!
There should have been happiness in Nogent [2]
Instead of tears
The time, it's time
Before the right time, it's not time
After the right time, it's no longer the time
I've met him a little too late
When we say "a quarter to (the hour)", it's a quarter to!
I've met him a little too late!
... too late!