| Since autumn I've travelled through so many cities, So many boulevards and streets New York, oh regularity Chicago, so pretty in summer But in the heart of a joyful winter I prefer the streets of Quebec On the streets of Quebec When it's grey, when it's dry I like to go wherever the wind blows My heart happy in its dreaming People smile at me Thinking of Paris I open my mouth widely And smile to Quebec In the distance, the Saint-Laurent rolls in its currents of silver And the boats go slowly on the waves from all around The fumes of the morning are phantoms of satin On the streets of Quebec On the streets of Quebec When it's grey, when it's dry I like to go wherever the wind blows My heart happy in its dreaming People smile at me Thinking of Paris I open my mouth widely And smile to Quebec In the distance, the Saint-Laurent rolls in its currents of silver And the boats go slowly on the waves from all around Exquisite winter evenings Wood-burners and houses I love you when it's dry On the streets, the streets On the streets of old Quebec
Credits Song: French cabaret song Composer/Artist: Charles Trenet Text: Musixmatch English translation: Frou-Frou on lyricstranslate.com Music video: Courtesy of Charles Trenet Hosted by: Droomwevers World of Music - www.droomwevers.nl Copyright: Fair use principle, for educational purposes.
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