You ask yourself why
I'm being silly like this
Why I smile all the time
Even while you cry
And he waits for me
And I fly away laughing
And I sing to the birds
The birds on Saint-Lawrence Street
I ask myself why
I run away every time
I take the last metro
Carrying the world on my back
And he waits for me
And I fly away laughing
And I leave, always I leave
Following the Saint-Lawrence