Tu n'a plus - Charles Aznavour

On a tous les deux

Couru le cotillon

Il est temps mon vieux

De baisser pavillon

T´as dépassé l´âge limite

La marge de sécurité

T´es un Don Juan mangé aux mites

Qui ferait mieux de se caser

Tu n´as plus, tu n´as plus

La vigueur qu´à vingt ans tu as eue

Et ne peux plus atteindre le but

Qu´elles espèrent

Tu n´as plus, tu n´as plus

Ta superbe, t´as l´air d´un vaincu

Et devant tes ardeurs disparues

Rien à faire

Tu n´as pas de ressort

Tu es triste à mourir

Et les femmes ont un corps

Assoiffé de plaisir

Où est cet âge d´or

Qui connut tes désirs

Légendaires?

Tu n´as plus, tu n´as plus

Que la force de rêver sans plus

Seule ta mémoire a survécu

A la guerre

Tu n´as plus, tu n´as plus

Un physique à leur crever la vue

Mon ami regarde-toi dans u-

-ne glace

Tu n´as plus, tu n´as plus

L´âge pour enflammer l´ingénue

Le temps des fredaines est révolu

Tu te tasses

Tu es ce fruit fané

Que nul ne veut cueillir

A quoi bon le presser

Pour n´en rien recueillir?

Tu devrais te marier

Avant que l´avenir

Ne grimace

Tu n´as plus, tu n´as plus

Le droit de te permettre un refus

Sans ardeur faudra du superflu

Mais en masse

Tu n´as plus, tu n´as plus

Qu´à te faire une raison vois-tu

Elles sont nulles et sans avenues

Tes promesses

Tu n´as plus, tu n´as plus

Plus qu´à faire des enfants tant et plus

Car c´est ainsi que l´on perpétue

Sa jeunesse

Sur ton front dégagé

Luisant de mille éclairs

Si elles ne sont gâtées

Il poussera mon cher

Ces merveilleux trophées

Que l´on prend sur les cerfs

Qu´on dépèce

Tu n´as plus, tu n´as plus

Le moyen de les lancer aux nues

Aussi quand elles voudront leur dû

De caresses

Il te faudra payer leur vertu

En espèces.

We both have

Ran the cotillion

It's time my man

To lower the flag

You are over the age limit

The margin of safety

You're a moth-eaten Don Juan

Who better settle down

You don't have anymore, you don't have anymore

The vigor that at twenty you had

And can't reach the goal anymore

that they hope

You don't have anymore, you don't have anymore

Your superb, you look like a loser

And before your ardor disappeared

Nothing to do

You have no spring

You're sad to die

And women have bodies

Thirsty for pleasure

Where is this golden age

who knew your desires

Legendary?

You don't have anymore, you don't have anymore

Than the strength to dream without more

Only your memory survived

At war

You don't have anymore, you don't have anymore

A physique to die for

My friend look at you in u-

-don't ice

You don't have anymore, you don't have anymore

The age to ignite the ingenuous

The days of pranks are over

You settle down

You are that wilted fruit

That no one wants to pick

What's the point of rushing him

To collect nothing?

You should get married

Before the future

Don't grimace

You don't have anymore, you don't have anymore

The right to allow yourself a refusal

Without ardor will take superfluity

But in droves

You don't have anymore, you don't have anymore

Why don't you see a reason

They are null and void

Your promises

You don't have anymore, you don't have anymore

More than to make children so much and more

'Cause that's how we perpetuate

Her youth

On your bare forehead

Shining with a thousand lightnings

If they're not spoiled

He will push my dear

These wonderful trophies

That we take from the deer

That we cut up

You don't have anymore, you don't have anymore

The way to throw them off

Also when they want their due

Of caresses

You'll have to pay for their virtue

Cash.