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In Emily's eyes
In the neighborhood of Old Quebec
The streets seem to have an accent
And the year two thousand is right next
To the gray houses of old times
But winter has just burst forth
The Saint Lawrence is a prisoner
Of a December that'll surely last for six months
When days resemble nights
With no hope for a clearing
Who can believe that summer will return to us
I had the sun
Day and night in Emily's eyes
I warmed up my life with her smile
Night and day in the eyes of love
And the melancholy in Emily's sun
Became joy of living
In the neighborhood of Old Quebec
When the roofs turn green again
When children have dry feet
We turn our backs on winter
It's the spring festival
The grand return of the Saint Lawrence
It seems like people are coming out of the ground
But Emily is no longer mine
I'm cold for the first time
I have neither her warmth nor her light anymore
I had the sun
Day and night in Emily's eyes
I warmed up my life with her smile
Night and day in the eyes of love
And the melancholy in Emily's sun
Became joy of living
In those times, I had the sun
Day and night in Emily's eyes
I warmed up my life with her smile
Night and day in the eyes of love
And the melancholy in Emily's sun
Became joy of living
Elian E.français
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