Cette année-là [English translation]

That year

I sang for the first time

The audience didn't know me

Oh, what a year, that year

That year

Rock 'n' roll had just spread its wings

And in my corner

I sang beautifully, beautifully, beautifully

And the audience loved it

Already

The Beatles were four boys to the wind

And I

My song said "Walk straight on"

That year

Such joy it is to be the idol of the young

For fans who were smashing up chairs

The more I think of it the less I forget

I found my first, my last love

The one, the great, the only

And forever: the audience

That year

In the skies flew a music

A bird we called Sputnik

Oh, what a year, that year

It's when we said

Farewell to Marilyn of the golden heart

While

West Side Story broke all the records

That year

Guitars shot down violins

We thought a revolution

Came that year

Oh, it was yesterday

But today nothing has changed

It's the same thing

That repeats itself tonight

It was the year of sixty-two

It was the year of sixty-two

It was the year of sixty-two

It was the year of sixty-two