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Translation
His youth
His youth
When one holds
Between his hands
This wealth
Of being twenty
Tomorrows
Full of promises
When love leans on us
To give us its sleepless nights
When we see
Far ahead
Laugh at life
Embroidered with hope
Rich of choice
And craziness
We have to drink 'til drunkenness
Our youth
Because every moment
from our twenties
Are counted
And never again
Will the time lost
Face us again
It goes by
Often in vain
We hold out our hands
And we regret
It is too late
On its way
Nothing stops it
We can't constantly keep
Our youth
Before smiling and we leave childhood
Before knowing youth runs away
It seems so short that we're all surprised
Before understanding it we leave existence
When one holds
Between his hands
This wealth
Of being twenty
Tomorrows
Full of promises
When love leans on us
To give us its sleepless nights
When we see
Far ahead
Laugh at life
Embroidered with hope
Rich of choice
And craziness
We have to drink 'til drunkenness
Our youth
Because every moment
from our twenties
Is counted
And never again
Will the time lost
Face us again
It goes by
Often in vain
We hold out our hands
And we regret
It is too late
On its way
Nothing stops it
We can't constantly keep
Our youth
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