Here in Quebec it's not just cold, it's freezing cold
It's like that 'cause that's the way it is, and that's perfectly fine
We've got plenty of space
And our encounters take place on the ice
So we lace up our ice skates and put on our helmets
And just like Maurice did, we slide into the arena with the hatred of defeat
And the fire in our eyes
If we want to, we can...
Win!
Once upon a time, so long ago French-speaking people were called Canadians
In a time when hockey pucks were made out of dung
We put together men whose common fate is like an endless movie
In Technicolor and tricolor:
Blue like the St.Lawrence River
White like winter
Red like the blood flowing through our veins
The body of the team, it's the heart of the nation
And every year, we gotta conclude with a celebration
They're never gonna say it that way on the news
But the social fabric of Montreal
Is made of Holy Flannel
When it's a matter of hockey
We don't get too fancy, okay?
It's more than a sport:
It's a metaphor of our destiny
That's what looks like us
That's what makes us come together
English- or French-speaking, no matter the color of your skin
If you hate Toronto then the blood flowing in your arteries
Is as red, brother, as the jersey of our
Twenty victorious hearts fighting with honor
The Canadians, for once, rally all the Quebecois
Twenty victorious hearts, for worse and for better
The Montreal Canadiens: our national team
A game plan we follow to the letter
An alert goalkeeper
Good body checks
Passes directly on the stick blade
And precise and hard shots
That's how we're gonna move up through the ranks
But when things go wrong, when we sink or go off course
I better not see a bastard abandoning ship
It's not today - no! - that we're gonna hang up out skates for good
Come on, the Flying Frenchmen go through it without flinching
Come on Habs , when you put the puck in the net
There's a little part of us in there, too
We stand with you, we'll follow you until the end
Throughout the season, all the nation is in tune with you
It's like when people shouted "Guy! Guy! Guy!"
They did it despite life's continuous struggle
It gave them strength
They could pound their chest
Here's the beginning of a successful comeback
We can win! We want to do more than participate, we want to
Win! Tonight we speed on the rink to
Win! If we give everything we've got for this victory, we'll
Win! We'll win!
Now we're in the playoffs, no more fooling around
Now it's fights and trouble
Boston, Philadelphia
With the ghosts of the Forum
We're not afraid of anyone
Every man gives his best
So this can be the year
In Spring, the fever is universal
And there's only one place where ice must not melt
Here our blood is just like sap rising to our lips
The screams rise into a rallying cry: Let's go, Montreal
Our knights are on a quest to bring back the grail to Montreal
The tournament is just like the Stations of the Cross, filled with emotion
But we believe in the Cup
Just like in the old days, we have faith
And if it's not for this year, well, like René would say, "Next time will be the one"
Quebecois! We will
Win! We want to do more than participate, we want to
Win! Tonight we speed on the rink to
Win! If we give everything we've got for this victory, we'll
Win! We'll win!
New blood since 1909 with
Jack Laviolette, Lach
Pitre and Pit Lépine, and also
Newsy Lalonde and Joe Malone
Aurèle and Morenz
Hains', Plante, Gump and the Cucumber
Pocket Rocket, Boum Boum, Cournoyer, Coco, Carbo, Casseau, Naslund
(Hey, don't forget the Englishmen)
Toe, Dickie, Doug and Scotty
Shutt, Larry, Ken and Bobby
Roy stops the puck, rebound, Butch Bouchard passes to Savard, to Béliveau who dodges a player
Passes to Lafleur, Lafleur accelarates and passes the puck to the Rocket Richard, two men on his back, nothing stops him
GOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!
We won, we won!
Let's go Montreal!
We want to win!
We can win!
We're gonna win!
Let's go Montreal!
We want to win!
We can win!
We're gonna win!