Vieille traducción al Inglés

It's so that we can finally kick ass
To those old men who told us
That our twenties, that our youth
Were the happiest time of life
It's to finally be able to kick the heart
To those who steal our nights
These clumsy people who only have their ardor
Crumbling who have only their boredom

This is why, young people,
That deep inside me wakes up
The charming desire to grow old

It's so that one day we can finally tell them
To those who judge me with fury
"Poor bitches" is to be able to tell you
"I forgive you for your ugliness"
It's to be able to tell them to these matrons
Who a thousand times condemned me
"How do you want to be forgiven
You who haven't even sinned?"

This is why, young people,
That deep inside me wakes up
The charming desire to grow old

It is to be able, in the garden of my heart,
Heal only my memories
Come the time when woman can be moved
And no longer be jealous of the flowers
It's to finally be able to sing about love
On the cithara of tenderness
And so that finally they court me
For reasons other than my butt

This is why, young people,
That deep inside me wakes up
The charming desire to grow old

It's to be able one day to dare to tell him
That I only drank to his health
That when I laughed it was to see him laugh
That I was alone when I cried
It's to finally be able to dare to tell him
One evening, while spinning wool
That by deceiving him but that, dare I say it,
I deceived myself

This is why, young people,
That deep inside me wakes up
The charming desire to grow old