Quinze ans [English translation]

I saw her in my mirror,

I wrote her letters

and my classmates

were jealous, maybe.

I imagined her kind,

I saw myself as a poet

And I followed her in the night

Far from the noise of the party.

How stupid we are at fifteen,

When we kiss a girl,

but how we like it at twenty

when she undresses.

How stupid we are at fifteen

when we wants to make love

but how we like it at twenty

when we still believe in it.

I traveled to her

In my heart, in my head,

I drew her face

To make it appear,

I imagined myself in Grand Meaulnes,

I didn't listen to anyone

I had the heart of a child

And the madness of a man.

How stupid we are at fifteen,

When we kiss a girl,

but how we like it at twenty

when she undresses.

How stupid we are at fifteen

when we wants to make love

but how we like it at twenty

when we still believe in it.

There were seasons of this,

and hours, according to my watch

There were shivers,

desires of meeting.

I spent nights of it

In my lonely bed

burning with envy

and always keeping silent.

How stupid we are at fifteen,

When we kiss a girl,

but how we like it at twenty

when she undresses.

How stupid we are at fifteen

when we wants to make love

but how we like it at twenty

when we still believe in it.