J'ai souvenir encore

I still remember a street in a neighborhood
That saw me suffer, grow over the years
In an old hovel
Where ten years of my life,
I learned to lie
Why grow old?
I still remember an old house
That we shared each in our own way
A well-heated apartment
We froze so well
The rats in the staircase
Had their breakfast
I still remember four young boys
Who had great pleasure in playing the braggarts
The boys my age
Had, for neighbors,
The roughnecks from Viger,
Whores from Saint-Laurent
I have few memories of an old house
That had to be demolished, eaten away by the seasons
Goodbye, Sanguinet street
Goodbye, my Vitré corner
But tonight, I leave you
A piece of my thoughts