La Catherine [English translation]

She walked, splay-footed

Lazily dragging her boots

The Catherine

Invariably late

But stopping by every shopwindow

The Catherine

She studied history of art

She wasn't the type to go for medicine

The Catherine

She worked the evenings in a bar

To pay her bills and nicotine

The Catherine

At 27 years, one could say that she was still very pretty

Even though dark bags betrayed her short nights

For, besides her tired features, she had kept in her eyes

Those little lights shining like true fires

Every morning, at breakfast

She made sketches on the napkins

The Catherine

When she had woken up badly

She would enhance her coffee with gin

The rascal

Her life was a real mess

She didn't have a lot of discipline

The Catherine

She preferred to burn the midnight oil

But wasn't the type to stay up in her kitchen

The Catherine

At 27 years, one could say she had her head in the clouds

In other words, she wasn't in her place

For, depite her willingness, she didn't feel right

If she wasn't in a sunny terrace with a beer in her hand

Lately single

She was not that much of a libertine

The Catherine

But for big and sturdy guys

It happened that she would submit herself

The affectionate

She was really the perfect friend

She was always there for her girlfriends

The Catherine

With her summery humour

She had kept her childish heart

She was tiny

At 27 years, one could say she didn't really bother herself

With the future, money, rain or nice weather

But despite her good personality, she could prove she was human

She could bite when she was PMSing

She didn't like routine

Margarine

And her modest bust

The Catherine

But she liked her thin waist

Poutine

And her elderly neighbour

The Catherine

She didn't need a limousine

She wore only her boots

It was good enough for her to scamper along

The Catherine

In her pace, she walks

Inspired by her boots

She poses

The Catherine

• Artist:Les Cowboys fringants
• Album:L'expédition (2008)