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Translation
I am touching myself in the park
When I left the hospital
I was singing.
The street smelled of petals,
The whole future was ours.
There was a scent
Of freedom inside our nostrils.
I was at the top
Of Happiness Mount.
And at the least appropriate time
While I was lost in fumes of joy
You came to tell me
That you were going back there.
All our plans and our designs
Were going up in mist.1
There was only one way for me
To come back and take you away.
I am touching myself in the park
People are making all kind of comments
Before the police arrives
When I am touching myself in the park
People are making all kind of comments
Before the police arrives
When I'll finally see the ambulance
Parking in the street
I'll keep on making a pass
At myself.
And in the rear cabin
I'll be thinking so much about you
My smile will happily float
I'll know then that
I'm going back to the Institute with Alexandre.
I'll stay here until they pick me up.
I am touching myself in the park
People are making all kind of comments
Before the police arrives
When I am touching myself in the park
People are making all kind of comments
Before the police arrives
When
I am touching myself in the park
People are making all kind of comments
Before the police arrives
When I am touching myself in the park
People are making all kind of comments
Before the police arrives
When I am touching myself in the park
In the park
- 1. the usual idiom is "s'envoler en fumée" = "going up in smoke"
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Les Trois Accords: Top 3
| 1. | Saskatchewan |
| 2. | J'aime ta grand-mère |
| 3. | Vol à l'étalage |
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