Ma Jeunesse Fout Le Camp

My youth is running away
All through the poems
From one rhyme to the next
It goes with arms swinging
My youth is running away
To the dead fountain
And the willow cutters
Harvesting my twenty years

We won't go to the woods anymore
The poet's song
The two-bit refrain
The silly verses
That we sang while dreaming
Of the boy at the party
I even forget his name
I even forget his name
We won't go to the woods anymore
To look for the violet
The rain is falling today
Washing away our steps
The kids still have
Songs in their heads
But I don't know them
But I don't know them

My youth is running away
To the tune of a guitar
It slips out of me
Silently, at a slow pace
My youth is running away
It has cut the rope
In its hair, it carries
The flowers of my twenty years

We won't go to the woods anymore
Here comes autumn
I'll wait for spring
While picking at my boredom
It won't come back
And if my heart shivers
It's because night is falling
It's because night is falling
We won't go to the woods anymore
We won't go together
My youth is running away
To the rhythm of your steps
If only you knew
How much it resembles you
But you don't know it
But you don't know it