Fifty-Sixty [English translation]

Pretty sixteen,

Beautiful heroine of the 60s,

You sway back and forth,

You’re divine,

When you dance,

In the eyes of Andy…

Goodbye bebop.

No longer at the top.

It’s pop art,

That undermines you.

To be forgotten…

Pop-corn and hula hoop…

Dream of glory and fortune,

Chic in Chanel, love and always glamour,

To expositions you pose and expose yourself.

To 400 ASA* you dare every pose.

Fifty sixty,

Born in the 50s,

Sexy 60,

So exciting,

She raves.

Naïve, she believes everything that Andy -

Everything that Andy says about her,

That she is the most beautiful,

Of all the models…

Like an icon,

You turn in front of the Nikon,

Your head resting on velvet. And Nico

Would like you far from Lou Reed,

At East Village.

One is always young.

Take me there, yellow taxi,

Where the legend comes from.

Dream of glory and fortune,

Chic in Chanel, love will always be glamour.

I look at you in the polaroid.

You know time has not left a wrinkle.

Fifty sixty,

Born in the 50s,

Sexy 60,

So exciting

She raves.

Naïve, she believes everything that people -

Everything that people say about her,

That she is the most beautiful,

Of all the models…

Flower power died of the dance floor.

Electro, pop no longer exist.

With the age of the rocker, the century changes.

Rock roller-skates, pop can’t keep up.

Flower power died a beautiful death.

New wave and techno no longer exist.

Go on, play your last role: no longer the model.

But you still dance in the eyes of Andy.

Fifty sixty,

Born in the 50s,

Sexy 60,

So exciting,

She raves.

Naïve, she believes everything people say -

Everything people say about her -

That she is the most beautiful.

(The most beautiful)

Fifty sixty,

Born in the 50s,

Sexy 60,

So exciting

She raves.

Naïve, she believes, everything that people say-

Everything that people say about her,

That she is the most beautiful,

Of all the models…