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I had dreamed of my first guitar for a long time, you know
I was crazy, I was 15, I didn't dare believe it
My parents didn't agree, they knew it by heart
My three songs on two chords, I was biding my time
I was crazy about Becaud, Brassens and Aznavour
I fell asleep on my radio, I did competitions
Then I discovered English groups, I watched on TV
Their actions that I repeated in the evening in my attic
You who gave me the best years of my life
My greatest hopes, my greatest regrets too
How I loved you, you my music, my first great love
I tried to follow you, yet I was always
One step behind, trying to please you
65 at Trouau Gulf, it was endless nights
Music in your skin and everything for friends
In a suburban cellar, every evening, we rehearsed
And if the neighbors shouted a little, we forgave them
And then 70, the festivals lost in nature
There were thousands of us under the stars for a few blankets
The crowd was dancing, clapping their hands, we already thought we were there
And Avignon was nothing more than a suburb of Olympia
You who gave me the best years of my life
My greatest hopes, my greatest regrets too
How I loved you, you my music, my first great love
I tried to follow you, yet I was always
One step behind, trying to please you
72, it was Paris, the group dispersed
When I met Marie-Christine, I was on the streets
In the evening to pay for a bed, we all spent my salary
But I told her about my life and she understood me
And she followed me to a hundred record and publishing companies
Where the people who listened to me didn't like my songs
And when I sold my old guitar, she helped me
To finally understand that it would never work
You who gave me the best years of my life
My greatest hopes, my greatest regrets too
How I loved you, you my music, my first great love
I tried to follow you, yet I was always
One step behind, trying to please you
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