Ma jeunesse fout l’camp traducción al Inglés

My youth flies away in a poem
And from one rhyme to the other, it goes arms swinging
My youth is slipping away at the dead fountain
And the rush cutters reap my 20 years

We won't go any more to the woods, the song of the poet
The two-penny refrain, the easy verses
That one sang in dreaming of party boys
I forget them, even their names
I forget them, even their names

We won't go anymore to the woods, to look for violets
The rain falls today that erases our steps
The children have their heads full of songs
But I don't know them
But I don't know them

My youth flies away on a guitar melody
She goes out of myself, in silence with slow steps
My youth flies away, she has broken the mooring
She has in her hair, the flowers of my 20 years

We won't go anymore to the woods, here comes autumn
I will wait for spring in plucking boredom
It will not come again and if my heart shivers
It's because night is falling
It's because night is falling

We won't go anymore to the woods, we won't go together
My youth flies away to the rhythm of your steps
If you only knew how much it looks like you
But you don't know
But you don't know