I had been dreaming for a long time of my first guitar,you know
I was crazy,i was fifteen years old,I didn't dare to believe it
My parents weren't agreed ,they knew by heart
My three songs on two chords,I awaited for my moment
I was crazy of Bécaud, Brassens and Aznavour*
I was falling asleep on my radio,i was making contests
Then I discovered the english groups,I watched them on TV
their movements that I was redoing in my attic
You who gave me the most beautiful years of my life
My biggest hopes,also my biggest regrets
Like I loved you,you my musique,my first big love
I tried many times to follow you,however I was always
a step behind,seeking how to please you
1965 in Golf Drouot** that was nights without an ending
the music in the skin and everything for my friends
In a club in the suburbs we used to pass our time every night
And if the neighbors shouted slightly,we forgave them
And then the seventies,the festivals where we were lost in the nature
we were thousands under the stars for some covers
the peuple used to dance,slap their hands,we believed it already
And Avignon*** wasn't anymore a suburb of Olympia
You who gave me the most beautiful years of my life
My biggest hopes,also my biggest regrets
Like I loved you,you my musique,my first big love
I tried many times to follow you,however I was always
a step behind,seeking how to please you
1972,it was Paris,the group was dispersed
When I met Mary-Cristine,I was on the pavement
The night to pay a bed we were spending all our money
But I told her my life and she understood me
And she followed me in hundreds of recording and publishing houses
where the people that listened to my songs didn't like them
And when I sold my old guitar it was her who helped me
to finally understand that it would never work
You who gave me the most beautiful years of my life
My biggest hopes,also my biggest regrets
Like I loved you,you my musique,my first big love
I tried many times to follow you,however I was always
a step behind,seeking how to please you