Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Il venait d'avoir 18 ans, artist - Franco Battiato. Album song Fleurs 2, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 13.11.2008
Record label: Universal Music Italia
Song language: French
Il venait d'avoir 18 ans(original) |
Il venait d’avoir dix-huit ans |
Il était beau comme un enfant |
Fort comme un homme |
C'était l'été évidemment |
Et elle compté en le voyant |
Ses nuits d’automne |
Elle mit de l’ordre a ses cheveux |
Un peu plus de noir sur ses yeux |
Ça l’a fait rire |
Quand il s’est approché de lui |
Aurait donné n’importe quoi |
Pour le seduire |
Il venait d’avoir dix-huit ans |
C'était le plus bel argument |
De sa victoire |
Il ne parlait jamais d’amour |
Il pensait que les mots d’amour |
Son dérisoires |
Il lui disait: «j'ai envie de toi» |
Il avait vu au cinema |
«le blé en herbe» |
Au creux d’un lit improvisé |
Elle decouvrit émerveillée |
Un ciel superbe |
Il venait d’avoir dix-huit ans |
Ça le rendait presque insolent de certitude |
Et pendant qu’il se rhabillait |
Deja vaincue, elle retrouvait sa solitude |
Aurait voulu le retenir |
Pourtant elle le laissé partir |
Sans faire un geste |
Il a dit: «c'était pas si mal» |
Avec la candeur infernale |
De sa jeunesse |
Il venait d’avoir dix-huit ans |
Il était beau comme un enfant |
Fort comme homme |
Aurait voulu le retenir |
Pourtant elle le laissé partir |
Sans faire un geste |
(translation) |
He had just turned eighteen |
He was handsome as a child |
Strong as a man |
Of course it was summer |
And she counted when she saw him |
His autumn nights |
She straightened out her hair |
A little more black on her eyes |
It made him laugh |
When he approached him |
would have given anything |
To seduce him |
He had just turned eighteen |
It was the best argument |
Of his victory |
He never spoke of love |
He thought words of love |
His derisory |
He said to her, "I want you" |
He had seen at the cinema |
"the budding wheat" |
In the hollow of an improvised bed |
She discovered amazed |
A beautiful sky |
He had just turned eighteen |
It made him almost insolent with certainty |
And while he got dressed |
Already defeated, she found her loneliness |
Would have liked to hold him back |
Yet she let him go |
Without making a move |
He said "it wasn't so bad" |
With infernal candor |
From his youth |
He had just turned eighteen |
He was handsome as a child |
strong as a man |
Would have liked to hold him back |
Yet she let him go |
Without making a move |