I've reached that age where I think TV was better before
That rap was better before
That I was better before

I've reached that age where I watch the time so I don't get home too late
And where I think the music is too loud in bars
I'm not even talking about nightclubs which have become a torture
Anyway, the people there are closer to my children's age
I've reached that age where we call young people "the young"
And where I'm offered meetings where we have breakfast
I have a Facebook account and I think Snapchat is a plague
I say time goes by too fast and I comment on the weather
I know who Charly and Lulu are and who Philippe Risoli is
I like to talk about Pepita and Marie-Ange Nardi
I try to eat organic and I talk about degrowth
On the internet, I scroll for twenty minutes to find my birth date

But no, I'm not old, call it wisdom
I still have beautiful dreams but I don't have the right references anymore
But no, I'm not old, call it wisdom
I still have beautiful dreams but I don't have the right references anymore

I still convert prices into francs
And half of the French team could be my children
When a young person addresses me informally in the street, I take it as an honor
And in his eyes I try to see if he considers me a boomer
My children introduce me to rappers I didn't know
Parodied by YouTubers I didn't know
Now it's them I ask which player is in which team
I don't like Fortnite, K-pop and photos with filters
I insult computers that ask me if I'm not a robot
And my children who only send voice messages
They write more orally than with a pen in their notebooks
But they are the ones who introduce me to keyboard shortcuts
They say today's young people don't know how to have fun anymore
It's probably the speech of a disillusioned old age
The problem with young people is not that they don't have fun
The real problem with youth is that they have fun without me

But no, I'm not old, call it wisdom
I still have beautiful dreams but I don't have the right references anymore
But no, I'm not old, call it wisdom
I still have beautiful dreams but I don't have the right references anymore

"Being young is in the head"
In reality, we say that when we are old
Being old is in the body
But well, the body is contagious
If you think I'm old
Well, I call it wisdom
And then, I still have beautiful dreams
But I have fewer and fewer good references

But no, I'm not old, call it wisdom
I still have beautiful dreams but I don't have the right references anymore
But no, I'm not old, call it wisdom
I still have beautiful dreams but I don't have the right references anymore
But no, I'm not old, call it wisdom
I still have beautiful dreams but I don't have the right references anymore

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