Le temps ne fait rien à l'affaire [English translation]

Age doesn't matter

When they are brand new

Popping out of

their cocoon

All those greenhorns

Take the old guys

For cunts

When they become

Hoary heads

Grey manes

All the old flames

Take the young guys

For cunts

As for me, balancing between the two ages

I send them all a message

Age doesn't matter

When you're a cunt, you're a cunt

Whether you’re twenty, or a grandpa

When you're a cunt, you're a cunt

Between you, no more argument

Whithered cunts or fresh cunts

Little cunts from the last rain

Old cunts from the snows of yore

You, the new-born cunts

The innocent cunts

The young cunts

Who don’t deny it

Think their dads are cunts

You, the ancient cunts

The used cunts

The old cunts

Who, confess it,

Take the green ones

For cunts

Listen to an impartial message

From a guy balancing between the two ages

Age doesn't matter

When you're a cunt, you're a cunt

Maybe you’re twenty, maybe you’re a grandpa

When you're a cunt, you're a cunt

Between you, no more argument

Whithered cunts or fresh cunts

Little cunts from the last rain

Old cunts from the snows of yore