Mon petit vieux [English translation]

It's him on the bench at the square

It's my friend, my lover

And it makes the pigeons laugh

Because he's a little old chap

Our dates

It's unlike those in the films

I run towards him, still sitting

One day, he even told me

"You are the woman of the rest of my life"

People think that he doesn't touch me

But he touches me, my sweetheart*

It's beautiful, wrinkles around his eyes

The times when he's late

There're his friends who are waiting for him at the bar

A beer

Two beers

And he tells me for hours

About lives he lost from his view

Him, at least, he has nothing more to lose

So, me, I didn't see

People think that he doesn't touch me

But he touches me, my sweetheart

It's beautiful, wrinkles around his eyes

One day, we went to dance

It was neither techno nor reggae

He took my figure softly

And I felt his hand trembling

There was warm and bright lights

I heard the sound of his steps

And suddenly, I felt

So close, from the heaven up there

People think that he doesn't touch me

But he touches me, my sweetheart

It's beautiful, wrinkles around his eyes

We said the shadow of the trees or the blue sky