Mon Petit Vieux

He's the one on the park bench
He's my friend, my lover
And it makes the pigeons laugh
Because he's an old man

Our dates aren't like in the movies
I run towards him, he stays seated
One day he even told me:
You are the woman for the rest of my life
People think he doesn't touch me

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

Sometimes when it's late
His buddies wait for him at the bar
One beer
two beers

And he talks to me for hours
About lives he's lost sight of
At least he has nothing to lose
While I haven't seen anything
People think he doesn't touch me

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

One day we went dancing
It wasn't techno or reggae
He gently took me by the waist
And I felt his hand trembling

There were warm and clear lights
I could hear the sound of his steps
And suddenly I felt
So close to the beyond
People think he doesn't touch me

But he touches me, my old man
His wrinkles around his eyes are beautiful
But he touches me, my old man
His wrinkles around his eyes are beautiful
It looks like the shadow of trees on the sky
Blue, blue, blue