Ma jeunesse fout l'camp [English translation]

My youth is slipping away

Throughout the poem

And from one rhyme to another

It slowly walks away

My youth is slipping away

At the dead fountain

And the wicker cutters

Are harvesting my twenty years

We won't go to the woods again

The poet's song

The cheap refrain

The childish verses

We used to sing while daydreaming

Of the boys at the party

I even forget its name

I even forget its name

We won't go to the wood again

Look for violet

The rain is falling today

Erases our footsteps

Though the children have

Their heads full of songs

But I don't know any of them

But I don't know any of them

My youth is slipping away

With a guitar melody

It's escaping me

Silently and slowly

My youth is slipping away

It's sailing away

It keeps in its hair

The flowers of my twenty years

We won't go to the wood againn

Here comes Automn

I'll wait for Spring

While pulling the petals of boredom

Spring won't be coming back

And if my heart shudders

It's because night is falling

It's because night is falling

We won't go to the wood again

We won't go together

My youth is slipping away

To the rhythm of your footsteps

But if you only knew

How much it looks like you

But you don't know

But you don't know

• Artist:Françoise Hardy
• Album:Ma jeunesse fout le camp