In her neighborhood of old Quebec
The streets seem to have an accent
And the year two thousand neighbors with
The gray houses of old times
But winter has just burst
The Saint Lawrence is a prisoner
Of a December that will last six months
When the days resemble the nights
Without a break in the clouds to hope for
Who can believe that summer will return to us

I, I had the sun
Day and night in Emilie's eyes
I warmed my life with her smile
I, I had the sun
Night and day in the eyes of love
And melancholy in Emilie's sun
Became a joy to live

In her neighborhood of old Quebec
When the roofs turn green again
When the children have dry feet
We turn our backs on winter
It's the celebration of spring
The great return of the Saint Lawrence
It seems like people are coming out of the ground
But Emilie is no longer mine
I'm cold for the first time
I no longer have her warmth, nor her light

I, I had the sun
Day and night in Emilie's eyes
I warmed my life with her smile
I, I had the sun
Night and day in the eyes of love
And melancholy in Emilie's sun
Became a joy to live

In those days I had the sun
Day and night in Emilie's eyes
I warmed my life with her smile
I, I had the sun
Night and day in the eyes of love
And melancholy in Emilie's sun
Became a joy to live

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