La coquette [English translation]

She lives in the museum of her lost youth

She offers a cookie they say not she said yes

She withdrew all the mirrors

She avoids her reflection she no longer wants to see herself

She lives surrounded by photos from the past

Her face from that time, her treasure, her trophy

Peachy skin and stretched satin clothes

But the time hurries up and takes back its good

The prettiest flowers tarnish and fade

The young girls that are lucky become old women

The wrinkled skin it is a sheet which they grab

A handkerchief to mourn her husband who leaves us

A feature on the forehead for each of herboys

And eyelids wrinkled her children that go

Her unfold hands are spiders

Which frighten little babies but reassure their elders

The trails from the corners of the eyes are the bed of rivers

Where little by little flow the tears of widows

She said that the years were written on her face

And that deletions block the page

Lets take advantage of the fine weather before the torrential rain

She kills the time before the opposite

She refuses and regrets, she is old now

In excuse, she repeats, she was beautiful before

But the prettiest flowers tarnish and fade

The girls that are lucky become old women

Which have the beauty of the pyramids or of Louvre

The beauty of mountains, glaciers that brood them.

• Artist:Bénabar
• Album:Les risques du métier (2003)