If I stop myself for a moment
To talk to you about my life
Just like this calmly
In a bar on St-Denis Street
I'll talk to you about memories
Well engraved in my memory
Of this period in time where getting old
Was still quite an illusion
When I was annoying the little girls
Not too far from the swings
And my bag of marbles
Was becoming a real treasure
And those snowy winters
Spent building igloos
Coming home with frozen feet
Just in time for Passe-Partout
But at the end of the road tell me what's gonna be left
Of the small school and the courtyard
Whеn paper airplanes don't fly away in the wind
Wе tell ourselves that the good times are finally passing...
... Like a shooting star
If I stop myself for a moment
To talk to you about my life
I notice that a lot of the times
We don't choose but undergo
And the dreams of the little ones
Fade away or become repressed
In this crude reality
That picks us up in the mould
The thirties, the beer gut
The brats, the mortgage
The happy moments and the pain
The success and the failures
Working hard, doing your best
Struggling, getting out of it
And hoping and be pleased
A little bit before dying
But at the end of the road tell me what's gonna be left
Of our little path in this unbridled world
After existing to save time
We'll tell ourselves we finally were...
.. Only shooting stars
If I stop myself for a moment
To talk to you about my life
Just like this calmly
Not far from St-Louis block
It's because with you I feel good
And that I don't feel like worrying anymore
Because you know, looking too far ahead
Isn't better than looking back
Despite the old bitterness
And the love that passes on
The friends we lose in the fog
And the ideas that break
Life holds on and rebirths
Like when spring comes back
In a breath of fresh air
That calms the hearts that are in pain
So if tonight you feel like staying
With me, the night is sweet we can take a walk
And even if we know that everything lasts only for a moment
I'd love for you to be for one moment...
... My shooting star
But at the end of the road tell me what's gonna be left...
But at the end of the road tell me what's gonna be left...
... Only shooting stars...