My youth leaves the camp
Throughout the poems
And from one rhyme to another
She goes idly
My youth leaves the camp
At the dead fountain
And the wicker cutters
Harvest my twenty years
We will no longer go to the woods
The poet's song
br/>The chorus of two sous
The verses of mirliton
That we sang while dreaming
To the boy of the party
I'm forget even the name
I forget even the name
We will no longer go to the woods
Look for the violet
The rain is falling today
Who erase our steps
The children nevertheless have
Songs in their heads
But I don't know them
But I don't know them
My youth is screwing up camp
To a guitar tune
She comes out of me even
In silence à not slow
My youth leaves camp
She broke the mooring
She has in her hair
The flowers of my twenties
We will no longer go to the woods
Here comes autumn
I will wait for spring
br/>By eradicating boredom
It will never come back
And if my heart shivers
It’s because the night is coming
It’s because the night is coming
We will no longer go to the woods
We will no longer go together
My youth is leaving
To the rhythm of your steps
If you only knew
Like her looks like you
But you don't know it
But you don't know it

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