Les étoiles filantes [English translation]

The falling stars

If I stop for a while

To talk to you about life

Just like this peacefully

In a bar St-Denis street

I would tell you the memories

Well etched into my memory

Of this time when aging

Was still pretty illusional

When I was annoying small girls

Not far from the swings

And my bag of beads

Would become a real treasure

And those snowy winters

Building igloos

And coming home with frozen feet

Just in time for Passe-Partout (?)

But at the end of the path tell me what will remain

Of the small school and the playground ?

When the paper planes don’t fly through the wind anymore

We tell ourselves that good times after all fly by

Like a falling star

If I stop for a while

To talk to you about life

I note that quite often

We don’t choose but we undergo (suffer ?)

And dreams of small asses

Faint or repress

In this crude reality

That takes us into the mold

The thirties, the belly

The kids, the mortgage

The happiness and the pain

The successes and the failures

Working, do his best

Tear out, get by

And hope to be a bit happy before dying

But at the end of the path tell me what will remain

Of our small passage in this crazy world ?

After existing to gain time

We’ll tell ourselves that we were after all

Just falling stars

If I stop for a while

To talk to you about life

Just like this peacefully

Not far from the St-Louis square

It’s because with you I feel good

And I don’t want to worry anymore

Cause you know looking too far

Is not better than looking back

Despite the old bitterness

And the loves that pass by

The buddies we loose in the fog

And the ideals that break down

Life hangs on and reborn

As springtimes come back

In a fresh air breath

That soothes the hearts in trouble

So if tonight you want to stay,

With me the night is sweet we can walk

And even if everything last only for some time

I’d like you to be for a while

My falling star

But at the end of the path tell me what will remain

But at the end of the path tell me what will remain

Just falling stars…