Un beau grand slow [English translation]

Winter’s going away, it’s hard to believe

but we got through it;

the earth is thawing, girls are pretty,

it’s warm in the Hotel.

Some walk around

with a little gold chain in their hands

and others, a little less lucky, with a knife.

"Oh, do I do it, or not?"

He gulped down his double tequila,

he went through all the dancers

and he asked her :

"D’you wanna dance a long, slow dance with me?"

‘Cause there’s nothing worse than an horror movie

when you live in a ghost town,

a little later, they drove down

the road leading to the dumpyard.

It was one of those balmy evenings

where things go all the way;

he thanked the Moon

for driving a station-wagon.

Oh! she nestled against him,

in moments like these, a spark is enough,

like when fire catches in the hay

and burns down the whole barn.

They lowered the seat,

and he asked her:

"So, what’s your name?"

• Artist:Richard Desjardins