Fin octobre, début novembre [English translation]

It's late October, early November.

The sky is pink and lavander blue

Alone, in the crowd of Montréal *

I walk, I run on Mont-Royal *

The trees have lost their leaves

The blue rock thrushes*** are leaving their nests

Dirt track, good pace

My love, I miss you

It's late October, early November.

My hand looks for you in its balance

A beautiful Sunday on the Saint-Laurent *

Every kind of smell can always be found there

The languages are a lovely chaos

Far from the tower of Babel

For myself, it is your voice which I want to hear

My love, I miss you

It's late October, early November.

My city sleeps in your absence

But tell me when will you be back?

Giggling without you is a waste of time

You're rare as a falling star

I do not make wishes I took a chance

I keep your smell in the bedroom

My love, I miss you

It's late October, early November.

The day is short, the night is heavy

The yellow and the red are on the city

The wind move and spread them,

The Autumn is sad, the sky is low

Finish quickly and return to me

Undo the knot which I have in the stomach

My love, I miss you

It's late October, early November.

The sky is pink and lavander blue

Alone, in the crowd of Montréal

I walk, I run on Mont-Royal

The trees have lost their leaves

The blue rock thrushes are leaving their nests

Dirt track, good pace

My love, I miss you

• Artist:Isabelle Boulay
• Album:Les grands espaces (2011)