Addio, Juliette Gréco, neanch’io ho più vent’anni

Non monsieur je n’ai pas vingt ans

Non Monsieur, je n’ai pas vingt ans
Vingt ans, c’est l’âge dur
Ce n’est pas le meilleur des temps
Je sais, je l’ai vécu
J’ai dansé sur quelques volcans
Troué quelques souliers
Avec mes rêves et mes tourments
J’ai fait mes oreillers
Et je dis encore aujourd’hui :
Je suis comme je suis

Oui, je me souviens des jours
Quand les jours s’en allaient
Comme un rêve à l’envers
Oui, je me souviens des nuits
Quand les oiseaux parlaient
Sous la plume à Prévert

Non Monsieur, je n’ai pas vingt ans
Vingt ans, c’est tout petit
Moi, je n’ai jamais eu le temps
D’avoir peur de la nuit
Ma maison est un soleil noir
Au centre de ma tête
J’y fais l’amour avec l’espoir
Et l’âme des poètes
Les poètes sont des enfants
Des enfants importants
Oui, je me souviens des jours
Quand les jours s’en allaient
Comme un rêve à l’envers
Oui, je me souviens des nuits
Quand les oiseaux parlaient
Sous la plume à Prévert

Moi, Monsieur, quand j’avais vingt ans
J’étais déjà perdue
Perdue, la rage entre les dents
Superbement perdue !
Moi, je dansais avec des morts
Plus vifs que les vivants
Et nous inventions l’âge d’or
Au seuil des matins blancs
J’ai toujours, chevillé au corps
Le même soleil levant

Non, Monsieur, je n’ai pas vingt ans !


No signore, non ho vent’anni
Vent’anni è un’età difficile
non è il migliore dei tempi.
Io lo so, l’ho vissuto,
ho ballato su alcuni vulcani,
bucato alcune scarpe,
e con i miei sogni e i miei tormenti
mi sono fatta dei cuscini
E lo dico ancora oggi:
sono quella che sono

Sì, ricordo i giorni
quando i giorni passavano
come un sogno sottosopra
Sì, ricordo le notti
quando gli uccelli parlavano
sotto la penna di Prévert

No signore, non ho vent’anni,
vent’anni sono davvero pochi
Io, non ho mai avuto il tempo
di avere paura della notte
La mia casa è un sole nero
al centro della mia testa
e vi faccio l’amore lì con la speranza
e l’anima dei poeti
I poeti sono dei bambini,
bambini importanti
Sì, ricordo i giorni
quando i giorni passavano
come un sogno sottosopra
Sì, ricordo le notti
quando gli uccelli parlavano
sotto la penna di Prévert

Io, signore, quando avevo vent’anni
ero già persa
persa, con la rabbia tra i denti,
superbamente persa!
Ballavo con i morti
più vivi dei vivi
e inventavamo l’età dell’oro
Sulla soglia di bianche mattine
ho sempre ancorato al corpo
lo stesso sole nascente

No, signore, non ho vent’anni!

No sir, I’m not twenty
Twenty is a hard age
It’s not the best of times
I know I lived it
I danced on some volcanoes
Had holes in my shoes
With my dreams and my torments
I made my pillows
And I still say today:
I am what I am

Yes, I remember the days
When the days went by
Like an upside-down dream
Yes, I remember the nights
When the birds spoke
Under the pen of Prévert

No sir, I’m not twenty
Twenty years are really few
I never had the time
To be afraid of the night
My home is a black sun
In the centre of my head
I make love there with hope
And the soul of poets
Poets are children
Important children
Yes, I remember the days
When the days went by
Like an upside-down dream
Yes, I remember the nights
When the birds spoke
Under the pen of Prévert

Me, sir, when I was twenty
I was already lost
Lost, with anger in my teeth
Superbly lost!
I used to dance with the dead
More alive than the living
And we invented the golden age
On the threshold of white mornings
I have always anchored to the body
The same rising sun

No, sir, I am not twenty years old!

57 thoughts on “Addio, Juliette Gréco, neanch’io ho più vent’anni

  1. I have no idea what she said in her song but I’m sure it was lovely the beat was great I’d like looking at her she looked very nice the intonation sounded great . it was interesting unfortunately the translator does not work I guess outside of the United Kingdom but it was still enjoyable and thank you so much🎤🎶🎵💋

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  2. LUISA,, THANK YOU FOR GOING THROUGH THE INCONVENIENCE OF TRANSLATION. FOR ME I VERY MUCH APPRECIATE , I LOVED IT . JULIETTE LOOKED SOOOO COOL WITH THE CIGARETTE DANGLING FROM HER LIPS . I’VE NEVER SMOKED MYSELF. 💪💃💋

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