Lyrics of Mon Petit Vieux - Camille

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