Camille — Mon petit vieux song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mon petit vieux" by Camille.
Lyrics
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
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
On dirait l’ombre des arbres sur le ciel
Bleu
Lyrics translation
That's him on the square bench.
He's my friend, my lover
And it makes pigeons laugh
Because he's a little old
Our appointments
It's not like in movies.
I run to him he stays seated
One day he even told me:
You're the woman for the rest of my life.
People think he's not touching me.
But he touches me my little old man
It's beautiful her wrinkles around the eyes
Sometimes when it's late
His friends are waiting for him at the bar.
Beer
Two beers
And he talks to me for hours
Lives he lost sight of
At least he has nothing to lose
While I've seen nothing people think he's not touching me
But he touches me my little old man
It's beautiful her wrinkles around the eyes
One day we went dancing
It was neither techno nor reggae
He gently took my waist
And I felt his hand shake
There were warm and clear lights
I could hear the sound of his footsteps
And suddenly I felt
Very close to the afterlife
People think he's not touching me.
But he touches me my little old man
It's beautiful her wrinkles around the eyes
Looks like the shade of trees on the sky
Blue