Votre Fille a Vingt Ans [English translation]

Your daughter is twenty years old, how quickly time passes by!

Madam, even yesterday she seemed so little

And her first troubles are your first wrinkles

Madam, and your first worries

Every one of her twenty years counted twice for you

You already knew all that she discovered

You forgot the things which troubled her

Madam, and which troubled you, too

They thought she was pretty and look how she's pretty

For an individual nearly as young as she is

A boy that resembles the one for whom

Madam, you had become more beautifull

They build themselves a garden in a corner of weeds

Binding the flower of age in a superb bouquet

It's been a very long time since your hair has been decorated with flowers

Madam, springtime is forgetting about you

Each night that seems to you like any other night

While you dream your reasonable dreams

Of joy and love, they commit a sin

Madam, in the pit of the same bed

But the guilty have never been so innocent

So little regrets and so much light heartedness

That they don't even ask your indulgence

Madam, for their tender delights

Until the day when maybe the first tear

For the first heartsickness of a woman

You only have to smile, Madam

Madam, so that she will smile at you

• Artist:Georges Moustaki