17 Ans
Georges Moustaki
17 Years Old
17 years old
A woman a child
Who knows nothing yet
And discovers her body
That the sun intoxicates
And the night delivers
17 years old
An innocent smile
And a docile gaze
Under a curtain of lashes
But a wolf's hunger
And a thirst for everything
17 years old
Breasts of white satin
Seem to taunt the wind
With their insolent charm
17 years old
And still taking the time
The time to refuse
The organized world
And to make in the present moment
A today that sings
17 years old
And living in every moment
Its childish whims
Its demanding desires
17 years old
I was an adolescent
And I still am
Discovering your body
Like a burst fruit
Like a rebellious cry
Already 17 years
You're only 17
Just 17 years
My love
My child
