Translation of the song lyrics Il venait d'avoir 18 ans - Franco Battiato, Sepideh Raisadat

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

Il venait d'avoir 18 ans (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