In every shop window,
I always see the same object
A plasticine heart
Beating just like a real one
The daybreak stages
A stowaway winter1
We're freezing, in the Mile End2
But at least we're freezing with style
I'm building you a song
By way of a home
It's my declaration
My breath is a drawing
A drawing of thoughts
I think about your hands
I wish I could warm them up
I feel like a writer
Ever since I met you
Your story is also mine
Montreal is our witness
I'm building you a song
By way of a home
It's my declaration
1. Lit.: 'paperless'. The usual translation would be 'illegal immigrant', but it didn't really fit here.2. Mile End, a district in Montreal.