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…