We both
Run the cotillion
It's time, old man
To lower the flag
You're over the age limit
The margin of safety
You're a moth-eaten Don Juan
Who'd better settle down
You don't have any more, you don't have any more
The strength that you had at twenty years old
And can no longer reach the goal
That they hope for
You no longer have, you no longer have
Your superb, you look like a defeated
And in the face of your vanished ardor
Nothing to do
You have no courage
You are sad to death
And women have bodies
Hungry for pleasure
Where is this golden age
Who knew your desires
Legendary?
You no longer have, you no longer have
Only the strength to dream without more
Only your memory has survived
In the war
You no longer have you don't have any more, you don't have any more
A physique that will blind them
My friend look at you in a-
-ne ice
You don't have any more, you don't have any more ´is no longer
The age to ignite the ingénue
The time for fredaines is over
You shut up
You are this wilted fruit
That no one wants to pick
What's the point of rushing it
To gather nothing?
You should get married
Before the future
Don't grimace
You no longer have, you no longer have
The right to allow yourself a refusal
Without ardor it will take the superfluous
But in mass
You do not have no more, you no longer have
What to make a reason for yourself, you see
They are null and void
Your promises
You no longer have, you no longer have as more
More than having children and more
For this is how one perpetuates
One's youth
On your clear forehead
br/>Glimmering with a thousand flashes
If they are not spoiled
It will grow my dear
These wonderful trophies
That we take from the deer
Let's cut them up
You don't have any more, you don't have any more
The way to launch them to the skies
Also when they want their dues
Of caresses
You will have to pay for their virtue
In cash

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