Les Étoiles Filantes

If I stop for a moment
To talk to you about my life
Just like that, quietly
In a bar on St-Denis street

I will tell you memories
Well engraved in my memory
From that time when growing old
Was still very illusory

When I annoyed the little girls
Not far from the swings
And my bag of marbles
Became a real treasure

And those snowy winters
Building igloos
And coming back with frozen feet
Just in time for 'Passe-Partout'

But at the end of the road tell me what will remain
Of the little school and the playground?
When paper airplanes no longer fly in the wind
We realize that good times eventually pass...

...like a shooting star

If I stop for a moment
To talk to you about life
I realize that often
We don't choose, but we endure
And the dreams of the little ones
Fade away or are repressed
In this harsh reality
That takes us into the mold

The thirties, the belly
The kids, the mortgage
The joys and the sorrows
The successes and the failures

Working, doing one's best
Struggling, getting by
And hoping to be happy a little before dying

But at the end of the road tell me what will remain
Of our little passage in this frenzied world?
After existing to save time
We'll say that we were ultimately...

...just shooting stars

If I stop for a moment
To talk to you about life
Just like that, quietly
Not far from Carré St-Louis
It's because with you I feel good
And I feel like making it
Because you know, seeing too far
Is no better than looking back

Despite the old bitterness
And the passing loves
The buddies we lose in the mist
And the ideals that break

Life clings and is reborn
As springs come back
In a breath of fresh air
That soothes the hearts in pain

So if tonight you feel like staying
With me, the night is sweet, we can walk
And even if we know that everything lasts only a while
I would like you to be for a moment...

...my shooting star

But at the end of the road tell me what will remain...
But at the end of the road tell me what will remain...

...just shooting stars