Dans Les Rues de Québec [English translation]

Since autumn I've travelled through so many cities,

So many boulevards and streets

New York, oh regularity

Chicago, so pretty in summer

But in the heart of a joyful winter

I prefer the streets of Quebec

On the streets of Quebec

When it's grey, when it's dry

I like to go wherever the wind blows

My heart happy in its dreaming

People smile at me

Thinking of Paris

I open my mouth widely

And smile to Quebec

In the distance, the Saint-Laurent rolls in its currents of silver

And the boats go slowly on the waves from all around

The fumes of the morning are phantoms of satin

On the streets of Quebec.

On the streets of Quebec

When it's grey, when it's dry

I like to go wherever the wind blows

My heart happy in its dreaming

People smile at me

Thinking of Paris

I open my mouth widely

And smile to Quebec

In the distance, the Saint-Laurent rolls in its currents of silver

And the boats go slowly on the waves from all around

Exquisite winter evenings

Wood-burners and houses

I love you when it's dry

On the streets, the streets

On the streets of old Quebec.