Moi, mes souliers [English translation]

Me, my good old shoes travelled a lot

They carried me from school to war

With my hobnailed shoes I crossed

The world and its misery

Me, my good old shoes crossed through the fields

Me, my good old shoes trampled the moon

Then, my good old shoes slept with fairies

And danced more than one of them

Rock water is on my good old shoes

Land's mud and women's tears

I can say they respected the priest

The country, the Lord and one's soul

As they walked to find a way through

As they haul from county to county

I ain't no further from this morning

But 'came wiser

All these shoes walking the big towns

Beggar and Queen's shoes

Will sometime stop wear out the floor

Maybe this week

No, my good old shoes didn't walk Athens

Me, my good old shoes chose lowlands

When good old shoes stand in museums

It'll be for, for hanging on

In Heaven they say my friends

There's no place for shiny shoes

Hurry up to soil your shoes

If you want to be forgiven

... If you want to be forgiven

• Artist:Félix Leclerc