Gens du pays [English translation]

The time which we take to say to each other: I love you.

Is the only time that is left at the end of our days.

The wishes we make the flowers we plant

Each harvests them in themselves

In the beautiful gardens of running time.

[refrain]

People of my country it is your turn

to let yourself speak of love

People of my country it is your turn

to let yourself speak of love

It is time to love each other, the day to say so to each other

Melt like the snow at the fingers of spring

Let's celebrate our joys, let's celebrate our laughs

These eyes we plunge our eyes into

It is tomorrow that I was 20 years old.

[refrain]...

The creeks of the present days stop

and form a pond where everyone can see

like a mirror the love which it reflexs

for these hearts to whom I wish

the time to live out their hopes

[refrain]

• Artist:Gilles Vigneault