Текст и перевод песни Camille - Mon petit vieux

Mon petit vieux

C'est lui sur le banc de square
C'est mon ami, mon amoureux
Et ça fait rire les pigeons
Parce que c'est un petit vieux

Nos rendez-vous c'est pas comme dans les films
Je cours vers lui il reste assis
Un jour il m'a même dit
Tu es la femme du reste de ma vie

Les gens croient qu'il ne me touche pas

Mais il me touche mon petit vieux
C'est beau ses rides autour des yeux

Des fois quand il est tard
Y a ses potes qui l'attendent au bar
Une bière
Deux bières

Et il me parle pendant des heures
Des vies qu'il a perdues de vue
Lui au moins il n'a rien à perdre
Alors que moi je n'ai rien vu

Les gens croient qu'il ne me touche pas

Mais il me touche mon petit vieux
C'est beau ses rides autour des yeux

Mais il me touche mon petit vieux
C'est beau ses rides autour des yeux

Un jour on est allé danser
C'était ni techno, ni reggae
Il m'a pris doucement la taille
Et j'ai senti sa main trembler

Y avait des lumières chaudes et claires
J'entendais le bruit de ses pas
Et tout à coup j'me suis sentie
Tout près de l'au-delà

Les gens croient qu'il ne me touche pas

Mais il me touche mon petit vieux
C'est beau ses rides autour des yeux

Mais il me touche mon petit vieux
C'est beau ses rides autour des yeux

On dirait l'ombre des arbres sur le ciel bleu
Bleu
Bleu
Bay wé
Bayd wé, payal...

My Little Old Man

He's the one sitting on the bench in the square
He's my friend, my lover
And it makes the pigeons laugh
Because he's a little old man

Our dates aren't like the ones in the movies
I run towards him, he stays seated
One day he even said to me
You're the woman for the rest of my life

People think he doesn't touch me

But he does touch me, my little old man
His wrinkles around his eyes are beautiful

Sometimes when it's late
His mates are waiting for him at the bar
One beer
Two beers

And he talks to me for hours
About the lives he's lost sight of
At least he has nothing to lose
While I've seen nothing

People think he doesn't touch me

But he touches me, my little old man
His wrinkles around his eyes are beautiful

But he touches me, my little old man
His wrinkles around his eyes are beautiful

One day we went dancing
It wasn't techno, or reggae
He gently took my waist
And I felt his hand tremble

The lights were warm and clear
I could hear the sound of his footsteps
And suddenly I felt myself
Very close to the beyond

People think he doesn't touch me

But he touches me, my little old man
His wrinkles around his eyes are beautiful

But he touches me, my little old man
His wrinkles around his eyes are beautiful

He looks like the shadows of the trees on the blue sky
Blue
Blue
Bay wé
Bayd wé, payal...