Dans les yeux d'Émilie [English translation]

In its neighborhood of old Québec

The roads have got the atmosphere of having an accent

And the year two thousand is next to

The gray houses from the old times

But winter will shine,

Saint-Laurent is a prisoner

Of a December which will last up to six months,

When the days look like the nights,

Without the light of hope

Who can believe that summer will come again?

Me, I had the sun

Day and night in Emily’s eyes,

Her smile used to keep me warm.

Me, I had the sun

Night and day in the eyes of love

And the melancholy of Emily’s sun

That became the joy of living.

In its neighborhood of old Québec

When the houses become green again,

When the children have got dry feet

We turn our back to winter,

It’s the celebration of spring,

The great return of Saint-Laurent,

We could say that the people emerge from their burrows

But Emily is no longer mine,

I’m cold for the first time,

I no longer have her warmth and her light.

Me, I had the sun

Day and night in Emily’s eyes,

Her smile used to keep me warm.

Me, I had the sun

Night and day in the eyes of love

And the melancholy of Emily’s sun

That became the joy of living.

Back then I had the sun

Day and night in Emily’s eyes,

Her smile used to keep me warm.

Me, I had the sun

Night and day in the eyes of love

And the melancholy of Emily’s sun

That became the joy of living.