The age of 18 gives him the beauty of a volcano
Strength of a man

Summer falls in the city
And upon seeing him, I miscounted my calendar

Today I arranged my hair
On my lips, I drew sweet smiles

And when he was in front of me
I suggested some things to seduce him

The age of 18 gives him an unrivaled victory
He is a bird of prey

While he laughs at love
He thinks it's much better
That there are no strings

He told me: "I want you"
With a sideways smile and sublime voice
Under the skies of Paris
Who doesn't deserve to be happy like we were!

The age of 18 gives him a false sense of security
Of believing himself a man

When he got dressed again
My loneliness began to beat again

I couldn't keep him
So his eighteen years went after him

He told me: "It wasn't bad"
With the freshness of an eighteen-year-old boy!

And out of habit, I made up
My lips to draw a smile

For one night I forgot that I am twice
His age

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