I’m still a child
Despite my forty years
Despite thirty lovers
Still a child
And I’m a little girl
The li’le one, a sweetheart
Who plucks the alouetta (3)
A li’le girl
My son contests
Mother protests
But I stick to it
And I remain a child
In love with the moment
I make light of worries
Still a child
My heart contests
My skin protests
I dream of here and now
For I am still a child
I turn my back on time
Hair and skirts in the wind
Still a child