He Must Have Been Eighteen (Il Venait D'Avoir Dix-Huit Ans)

I think he must have been eighteen, he was as fragile as a dream

Strong as a man

Seeing the summer in his eyes, I left my autumns as it flies

Like grey of silence



I added make-up to my face as if to color some disgrace

I saw him smiling

Rainbows and colors of the spring, I would have given anything

To win his loving



I think he must have been eighteen, a movie star or any screen

It makes him careless

He never said a word of love, he thought that's speaking about love

Was only worthless



And then as if a lie were new, he simply whispered "I want you

Let's stay together"

We drifted slowly through the night, I never knew a love more right

Not since not ever



I think he must have been eighteen, it makes him vain and almost mean

He's looking abusing

Without a word he slowly dressed, leaving me to my loneliness

My share of loosing



I could have try to make him mine, I let him go without a sign

My fake was lying

He said "I am not the kind you thought", love is for grown-ups after all

I felt like crying

I added make-up to my face as if to color some disgrace

I saw him smiling

I had forgotten in a dream that I was almost twice eighteen.