The sky is low, the earth is gray, the river is dirty
Mount Royal is uncomfortable, it seems too much.
Westmount held it tight in a vice.
There are neighborhoods where good people watch over the steps,
There is a good woman who made a beautiful song of it
In these parts there are young people
They stand at the back of the courtyards,
They have a coke, they have a beer
They make love
Where I was born, there was a tree every twenty feet
It's been twenty years since then, we're cut off
My first girlfriend, I met her in a hangar,
We played war, she was a spy, I was dead
Sitting on the steps of the restaurant staircase,
I spent a good part of my fifteen years
With my boyfriend Ti-Gilles, with the great Paquette,
br/>We annoyed the girls,
And we called each other fags
When I was young, I had trouble, I bawled a lot,
I thought I was dying when my Mireille left me
A told me that one day maybe she would call me,
When her parents left for the chalet
And worse It happened to you, one day it had to come,
A rainy evening at the corner of Beaubien pis of the ninth
Sometimes I think about it, I see the girl again , and then I say to myself
It was undoubtedly the most beautiful day
Of my whole life
Today, in Montreal, fell in love,
I I love like crazy and I'm going to love you always
I'm telling you all this, listen to me while it bothers me,
Sitting at the foot of the trees in the Bois de Boulogne.
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