Ma jeunesse fout le camp traducción al Inglés

my youth is flying away
Throughout the poem
And from one rhyme to another
It slowly walks away
my youth is flying away
At the dead fountain
And the wicker cutters
Harvest my 20 years

We won't go to the woods again
The poet's song
The cheap refrain
The childish verses
Qu'on chantait en rêvant
of the boys at the party
I even forget its name
I even forget its name

We won't go to the woods again
Looking for the violet
Rain is falling today
Who erases our steps
However, the children have
Head full of songs
But I don't know them
But I don't know them

my youth is flying away
To a guitar tune
She comes out of me
Slowly in silence
my youth is flying away
She broke the mooring
She has in her hair
The flowers of my 20th birthday

We won't go to the woods again
Here comes the fall
I will wait for spring
By stripping the boredom
He won't come back
And if my heart shivers
It's that the night descends
It's that the night descends

We won't go to the woods again
We won't go together anymore
my youth is flying away
To the rhythm of your steps
If you knew though
How she looks like you
But you don't know
But you don't know