Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mon Petit Vieux , by - Camille. Song from the album Le Sac Des Filles, in the genre ПопRelease date: 23.09.2002
Record label: Because Music LC33186
Song language: French
Mon Petit Vieux(original) |
| C’est lui sur le banc de square |
| C’est mon ami, mon amoureux |
| Et ça fait rire les pigeons |
| Parce que c’est un petit vieux |
| Nos rendez-vous |
| C’est pas comme dans les films |
| Je cours vers lui il reste assis |
| Un jour il m’a même dit: |
| Tu es la femme du reste de ma vie |
| Les gens croient qu’il ne me touche pas |
| Mais il me touche mon petit vieux |
| C’est beau ses rides autour des yeux |
| Des fois quand il est tard |
| Y’a ses potes qui l’attendent au bar |
| Une bière |
| Deux bières |
| Et il me parle pendant des heures |
| Des vies qu’il a perdues de vue |
| Lui au moins il n’a rien à perdre |
| Alors que moi je n’ai rien vu |
| Les gens croient qu’il ne me touche pas |
| Mais il me touche mon petit vieux |
| C’est beau ses rides autour des yeux |
| Un jour on est allé danser |
| C'était ni techno ni reggae |
| Il m’a pris doucement la taille |
| Et j’ai senti sa main trembler |
| Y’avait des lumières chaudes et claires |
| J’entendais le bruit de ses pas |
| Et tout à coup j’me suis sentie |
| Tout près de l’au-delà |
| Les gens croient qu’il ne me touche pas |
| Mais il me touche mon petit vieux |
| C’est beau ses rides autour des yeux |
| On dirait l’ombre des arbres sur le ciel |
| Bleu |
| (translation) |
| It's him on the square bench |
| He is my friend, my lover |
| And it makes the pigeons laugh |
| 'Cause he's a little old man |
| Our get together |
| It's not like in the movies |
| I run to him he sits still |
| One day he even said to me: |
| You are the wife of the rest of my life |
| People think he doesn't touch me |
| But he touches me my little old man |
| It's beautiful his wrinkles around the eyes |
| Sometimes when it's late |
| There are his friends waiting for him at the bar |
| A beer |
| Two beers |
| And he talks to me for hours |
| Lives he lost sight of |
| At least he has nothing to lose |
| While I haven't seen anything |
| People think he doesn't touch me |
| But he touches me my little old man |
| It's beautiful his wrinkles around the eyes |
| One day we went dancing |
| It wasn't techno or reggae |
| He gently took my waist |
| And I felt his hand shake |
| There were warm bright lights |
| I heard the sound of his footsteps |
| And suddenly I felt |
| Close to beyond |
| People think he doesn't touch me |
| But he touches me my little old man |
| It's beautiful his wrinkles around the eyes |
| Looks like the shadow of the trees against the sky |
| Blue |