Ce matin-là [English translation]

When two birds will fight, at dawn, right under your window

And their high-pitched cries will take you out of bed

Look not for the trap or the ill behind such a frenzy

Look down the street: Spring has come

And if you’ve ever loved, you won’t quicken your pace, that morning

The brook that meanders and runs for miles

Searching every bush to the very end of the fields

Yearns for the cold source calling from behind the white birch

United, flowing together, in silence

They’ll go on to die from love in the wide sea

When you say you love me, but dance on the village square

With every curly-haired boy

You lie shamelessly, and so, tomorrow, I shall go

Far from this land, higher than the clouds

And I’ll send Death to take you, fairest of all

Look down the street: Spring has come

And if you’ve ever loved, you won’t quicken your pace, that morning

• Artist:Félix Leclerc