While I pat my hair
dripping after a shower
with a dry towel...

He's talking to me, standing next to the window
saying that even the clouds passing by have the colour of this season
I feel a little dizzy
And try to screen my eyes with my manicured fingers

Ah ah ah, imitation gold
Ah ah ah, on my naked suntanned skin
Ah ah ah, imitation gold
My lover of this year thinks I'm young, but

His voice is different, his age is different
His dreams are different, his moles are different

Sorry [bad word] you to last year's lover again

In this room, where the West sun is strong
He closes noisily the fridge
And brings some milk to me, still inside its pack
Such a casual gesture

Ah ah ah, imitation gold
Ah ah ah, life as it is
Ah ah ah, imitation gold
I drank it up, but my lover of this year

His habits are different, his sweat is different
His love is different, his dominant arm is different

Sorry
I'm still tied to last year's lover

Ah ah ah, imitation gold
Ah ah ah, with your kindness
Ah ah ah, imitation gold
I want you to wait my lover of this year

When you're in the sun your shadow is different
Your colour is different, your light changes

Sorry
Until I forget last year's lover