Текст песни Dalida - Nous Sommes Tous Morts A Vingt Ans

We are all dead in twenty years,
Tearing off the flower of youth
With spring tree
In the most beautiful of landscapes
And the earth moves for children
Who had the misfortune to grow
And joined the chorus
Officials and nerds ...

And the days are alike,
Habits and grimaces,
And migraines, and shaking hands
From wrinkles to wrinkles, from the mirror to the mirror ...

We are all dead in twenty years,
Tearing sick flower
The agonizing search for the ideal,
As spring at the barricade
Even though I hate war,
Sometimes I might wish,
To my child died on the edge of the world,
Not having even cry

And without knowing sadness smiles
And do not lie when he heard the birds ...
Up to twenty years we have been accustomed to live,
And then we begin to get used to death

We are all dead in twenty years,
Tearing flower dreams
At the station, or on the bench,
Or at the end of first love

Why prolong his youth?
Why play with life again?
Love is dead, and tenderness
She kills herself, from body to body ...

We all - a ghost
A certain sex, a certain age
We have the words, instead of feelings,
We masks instead of faces
We are all dead in twenty years,
Tearing off the flower of youth
With spring tree
In the most beautiful of landscapes ..