Cette fille c'ètait moi [English translation]

She was seventeen she was just a child

She loved a boy she loved the spring

When the evening felt she was leaving in the hope

When the day came she was leaving her love

She went to the High-school as the girls of her age

But she always had the eyes in the clouds

She had a rendezvous every evening at five

For she would do the best for a little of happiness

(Chorus)

That girl was me I was here, in your arms

You whispered we were fine like this

That girl was me and I spend my life

Resting every night thinking only about you

She was dressed in jeans, a foulard and a pull-over

Her newspaper was called “de l’amour à la une”

She went on holidays near Saint Paul de Vence

She went with him to the sun of the Midi /South

(To the Chorus)

She still remembers they kissed each other

For the first time by a summer night

She would like for a moment to find again

The salty taste of this first kiss.

(to the Chorus, x2)

• Artist:Michèle Torr