Your daughter is twenty years old, how quickly time passes by!
Madam, even yesterday she seemed so little
And her first troubles are your first wrinkles
Madam, and your first worries
Every one of her twenty years counted twice for you
You already knew all that she discovered
You forgot the things which troubled her
Madam, and which troubled you, too
They thought she was pretty and look how she's pretty
For an individual nearly as young as she is
A boy that resembles the one for whom
Madam, you had become more beautifull
They build themselves a garden in a corner of weeds
Binding the flower of age in a superb bouquet
It's been a very long time since your hair has been decorated with flowers
Madam, springtime is forgetting about you
Each night that seems to you like any other night
While you dream your reasonable dreams
Of joy and love, they commit a sin
Madam, in the pit of the same bed
But the guilty have never been so innocent
So little regrets and so much light heartedness
That they don't even ask your indulgence
Madam, for their tender delights
Until the day when maybe the first tear
For the first heartsickness of a woman
You only have to smile, Madam
Madam, so that she will smile at you