Barbara — Le Bel Age song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le Bel Age" by Barbara.
Lyrics
Il avait presque vingt ans
Fallait, fallait voir
Sa gueule: c'était bouleversant
Fallait voir pour croire
A l’abri du grand soleil
Je l’avais pas vu venir
Ce gosse, c'était une merveille
De le voir sourire
Voilà que, timidement
Le Jésus me parle
De tout, de rien, de sa maman
Tu parles, tu parles
J’aime beaucoup les enfants
J’ai l’esprit de famille
Mais j’ai dépassé le temps
De jouer aux billes
Il avait presque vingt ans
Et la peau si douce
J’ai cueilli du bout des dents
La fleur de sa bouche
Et j’ai feuilleté pour lui
Un livre d’images
Qu'était pas du tout écrit
Pour les enfants sages
Tant de jours et tant de nuits
Donne, mais je te donne
Lui pour moi, et moi pour lui
Et nous pour personne
Mais il fallait bien qu’un jour
Je perde mes charmes
Devant son premier amour
J’ai posé les armes
Elle avait presque vingt ans
Fallait, fallait voir
Sa gueule: c'était bouleversant
Fallait voir pour croire
Ils avaient tous deux vingt ans
Vingt ans, le bel âge…
Lyrics translation
He was almost twenty years old
Had to, had to see
His mouth: it was upsetting
You had to see to believe
Sheltered from the great sun
I didn't see it coming.
That kid was a wonder.
To see him smile
Now that, timidly
The Jesus speaks to me
From everything, from nothing, from her mother
You talk, you talk
I love children very much
I have a family spirit
But I have exceeded time
Playing balls
He was almost twenty years old
And so soft skin
I plucked the tips of my teeth
The flower of his mouth
And I flipped through it for him
A picture book
That was not written at all
For Wise Children
So many days and so many nights
Give, but I'll give you
Him for me, and I for him
And we for no one
But it had to be one day
I lose my charms
Before her first love
I laid down the weapons
She was almost twenty years old
Had to, had to see
His mouth: it was upsetting
You had to see to believe
They were both twenty years old
Twenty years, the beautiful age…