Dans les yeux d'Emilie
Joe Dassin
In Emilie's Eyes
In her neighborhood of Old Quebec
The streets seem to have an accent
And the year two thousand is next to
The gray houses of old times
But winter has just burst
The St. Lawrence is trapped
In a December that will last six months
When days resemble nights
With no clearing to hope for
Who can believe that summer will return to us
I had the sun
Day and night in Emilie's eyes
I warmed my life with her smile
I had the sun
Night and day in the eyes of love
And the melancholy in Emilie's sun
Became joy of living
In her neighborhood of Old Quebec
When the roofs turn green again
When the children have dry feet
We turn our backs on winter
It's the spring festival
The great return of the St. Lawrence
It seems like people are coming out of the earth
But Emilie is no longer mine
I feel cold for the first time
I have neither her warmth nor her light
I had the sun
Day and night in Emilie's eyes
I warmed my life with her smile
I had the sun
Night and day in the eyes of love
And the melancholy in Emilie's sun
Became joy of living
In those days I had the sun
Day and night in Emilie's eyes
I warmed my life with her smile
I had the sun
Night and day in the eyes of love
And the melancholy in Emilie's sun
Became joy of living
