Moi, mes souliers [English translation]
Moi, mes souliers [English translation]
Me, my good old shoes travelled a lot
They carried me from school to war
With my hobnailed shoes I crossed
The world and its misery
Me, my good old shoes crossed through the fields
Me, my good old shoes trampled the moon
Then, my good old shoes slept with fairies
And danced more than one of them
Rock water is on my good old shoes
Land's mud and women's tears
I can say they respected the priest
The country, the Lord and one's soul
As they walked to find a way through
As they haul from county to county
I ain't no further from this morning
But 'came wiser
All these shoes walking the big towns
Beggar and Queen's shoes
Will sometime stop wear out the floor
Maybe this week
No, my good old shoes didn't walk Athens
Me, my good old shoes chose lowlands
When good old shoes stand in museums
It'll be for, for hanging on
In Heaven they say my friends
There's no place for shiny shoes
Hurry up to soil your shoes
If you want to be forgiven
... If you want to be forgiven
- Artist:Félix Leclerc