In those days I lived
Like a bird in the trees
In front of the movie lines
I busked
It was "Friends first of all"*
And the first radios
Sidney Bechet, "little flower"*
The bruises on your heart*
At that time on the pavements
Were demonstrations and my guitar
In fact, it's always like that
In those days I was twenty years old
On the black and white telly
We discovered rock'n'roll
Elvis Presley and the idols
Ripped-out seats in all the music-halls
In those day in Paris
It was the Algerian war
In the bars on Banlieue Nord
We didn't always agree
To go or not, agreeing or disagreeing
In those days of your life
You dreamed of getting your degree
And of going to Paris
To enrol in university
And then we had the month of May
Which prepared its streets
It's there that we met
Handkerchief on your nose.
The world had to start over
And in your room in Nanterre
That's exactly what we did
By that time I was twenty
And you, you were almost as old
You had a scent of lemongrass
And tear gas
And above all you mistook me for Verlaine
Suddenly it was us
Like a thunder clap, a mine explosion
There was more than us in our jackets
There was more than us in our songs
In the speeches on Carrefour de l'Odéon
At that time I was twenty
I was twenty for a very long time
Love sang its carmagnole~
Going down the Rue des Ecoles
Poster in one hand, a pot of glue in the other
In those days I was twenty
I was twenty for a long time
Ferré was on the radio
It was the holidays in a deux chevaux^
And all the girls thought they were Bardot
It was the telly that turned on
For the first step on the moon
At that time it was rock
But we were already changing era
And the Beatles were going to split up
In those days I was twenty
I was twenty eternally
Love sings its carmagnole
Going up the Rue des Ecoles
You had your hand laid on my shoulder