Et si vieillir m'était conté... [English translation]

The night of his gloved fingers

Image unfinished

Soon the Moon is full

The night of his fingers so frail

Sculpts the dawn and the sky

God, this woman is beautiful

The night of her nimble fingers

Touched on the image

From a passing bliss

But I've seen being carried away

She did not know how to loving

The time has done its ravages

And if getting old was told to me (Turn Me On)

I'd be there to loving you (Turn Me On)

Other nights will end and the life (Turn Me On)

At any given, everything back... (Turn Me On)

The night of his iron fingers

Spoiled the string

Of its cruel rust

When the time has filed

Its familiar smile

This is a step towards dust

• Artist:Mylène Farmer
• Album:Innamoramento (1999)