Mes trente trois ans [English translation]

Like a rain in my head,

Nostalgia repeats to me

Words of lobe and Fall...

Outside, a tree is shaking.

You are still a child

With your 18 years;

You laugh about your future;

You like how we breath...

And I, heart conqueror;

Me, the happiness seeker;

I'm all intimidated;

In front of your appeased body.

My thirty-three years...

Blind with your youth

And hesitating valleys

from fear to tenderness.

My thirty-three years...

Do you have to sing your dream?

I love you and however

I'm leaving... Sun is raising up.

The street is badly awake

And the exhausted sun,

Brushes the city's roofs

with a fragile cuddle.

Sleep tight, little thing... Sleep tight!

The eyes closed on tomorrow.

You already have to forget me

Before even having loved me.

My thirty-three years...

Blind with your youth

And hesitating valleys

from fear to tenderness.

My thirty-three years...

Did they made your dream sing?

I love you and however

I'm leaving... Sun is raising up!

• Artist:Julio Iglesias
• Album:Aimer La Vie (1978)