03/11/26

Robert Charlebois

Robert Charlebois (1944-) is a singer-songwriter, actor, pianist, and guitarist from Montreal, Quebec. Balancing music and theatre from an early age, Charlebois was one of the most influential chansonniers to have performed both domestically and internationally, winning awards in countries such as Poland, Belgium, and France. He has continued to perform well into the 21st century, celebrating his 50th career anniversary in 2013 and presenting a large-scale rock concert in 2019.

Born in Montreal, Quebec, Robert Charlebois simultaneously partook in early piano lessons for six years and acting at Montreal’s National Theatre School from 1962 to 1965. During this time period, the young Charlebois made his stage debut in September 1962, opening for Félix Leclerc at the Butte-à-Matthieu. Three years later, he was recognized by CBC as “the chansonnier discovery of the year” for his song La boulé that was composed when he was 16, winning the Grand Prix of the Festival du Disque. He continued to balance his musical and theatrical pursuits, performing for famous musical-comedy shows such as L’Osstidcho (1968-1969), one of the most famous shows of the 60s known for its creativity and innovation.

The late 1960s contained Charlebois’ most significant music years since they paved the way for his everlasting career. In 1967, he released his third album that contained famous hits (e.g. “C’est pour ça”, “Marie-Noel”, “Demain l’hiver”) and travelled to California for a three month trip where he was influence by America’s counter-rock culture. It was here where his music and its lyrics adopted a “urban poetic” style that came from popular language. The year 1969, however, commenced Charlebois’ touring phase, performing and winning awards in countries such as Belgium (Grand Prix at the Festival de la chanson française), France (Prix de la Ville de Paris, Gold Medal of the Olympiades de la chanson), and Poland. He also toured across Canada via a rail trip accompanied by other American rock scene figures. Despite his musical successes, he still continued his theatrical pursuits, acting in films such as Sombre Vacances (1975) and Un génie, deux associés, une cloche (1976).

Charlebois’ successes continued into the 1970s, ’80s, and ’90s. Surprisingly, his fame outside Quebec increased and rivaled the likes of Félix Leclerc, leading Charlebois to become one of, if not the most successful Quebecois figures that paved the way for other artists. He continued to tour in France and Quebec well into the late 80s, performing songs such as the 1983 Félix Award winning “J’t’aime comme un fou”.  In the 1990s, he partook in business pursuits, opening a microbrewery whilst continuing his musical activities. Transforming his style to combine a plethora of genres (rock, metal, ballad, latin), he continued to release albums that captivated the new generation. His album Doux sauvage (2001) was one such album that harnessed these aspects. The 21st century nonetheless was an extension of his triumphs in the prior decades, comprising years in which Charlebois was inducted into the National Order of Quebec (2008), Canadian Association of Broadcasters Hall of Fame (2008), and the Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame (2010). His last album, Tout est bein (2010), contained a collection of original songs that harnessed many musical influences (folk, orchestral music, pop) and dived into themes of love, life, and the passage of time.

Robert Charlebois’ influence on the chansonnier tradition and general Quebec culture cannot be understated. Within his long career, he had managed to find success throughout the Western Hemisphere, disseminating his songs and influence onto other Francophone artists. Being one of the first chansonnier to bring elements of American and British pop into the Quebecois tradition, Charlebois pushed a musical agenda that sought to reconcile styles ranging from rock, jazz, to orchestral music. His application of the electric guitar in the chansonnier tradition and theatre in his tours further cemented his uniqueness as an artist. As stated by Benoît L’Herbier in the book La Chanson québécoise (1974): “He has become the epicentre — the nerve centre around which all the others gravitate.” 

Sources

  1. Rioux, Christian , and Carolyn Kotva. “Robert Charlebois.” The Canadian Encyclopedia. Historica Canada. Article published February 24, 2012; Last Edited December 16, 2013.
  2. Robert Charlebois Website. “Robert Charlebois.” Accessed March 10, 2026. https://www.robertcharlebois.com.

Suggested Listenings

  1. “Ordinaire” https://youtu.be/zxQBL45O86U
  2. “C’est pour la” https://youtu.be/IO9UZRfqPxY
  3. “Doux sauvage” https://youtu.be/NHg2cdQD-BA

 

03/5/26

Jean-Guy Léger (1977)

Y venait tout juste de rentrer
He had just returned
Les enfants jouaient
The children played
Pis y s'est mis à crier
And he started to scream
Sacré moé a paix
Leave me in peace
Où ben m'as toute vous coucher
Or I will put you all to bed

Mais j'ai vu Jean-Guy
But I saw Jean-Guy
J'y ai d'mandé
I asked him
Pourquoi tu cries
Why are you screaming
C'est-tu l'ouvrage qui t'enrage
Is it work that makes you enraged
Qu'est-ce qui t'ennuie
What is it that bothers you
Dans ton visage tu vieillis
In your face, you are aging

Paul j'te dirais
Paul, I would tell you
Mais t'es trop laid
But you are too ugly
Paul excuse-moé
Paul, forgive me
On pourrait peut-être s'en parler
Maybe, we could talk about it

Pis là y m'dit
And then he told me
À toutes les deux semaines
Every two weeks
Ça r'commence mon boss
It starts again, my boss
Qui m'paye comme un cadeau
Who pays me as if it was a gift
Comme une chance
Like a luck
Moé qui l'haïs
Me that hates him
Peureux poli j'l'r'mercie
Afraid, polite, I thank him

Mais y en a combien Jean-Guy
But how many are there, Jean-Guy
Qui s'laissent humilier
That allow to be humiliated
Qui savent qu'on abuse
Who know that they are abusing
Qu'on utilise leur courage
That they use their courage
On pourrait s'mettre ensemble
We could join together
On serait plus fort
We would be stronger
Pour s'défendre
To defend ourselves

J'ai peur d'la grève
I am afraid of a strike
J'pourrais pas la perdre
I could not lose it
Paul tu m'énerves
Paul, you are irritating me
Demain moé j'me lève
Tomorrow, me, I get up
J'm'excuse de m'être encore fâché
I apologize to have become mad again
Ça peut rien arranger
It cannot solve anything
Dans l'fond Paul
When it comes down to it, Paul
Ch't'avec toé
I'm with you
Mais faudrait aller plus loin
But we would need to go farther
Qu'la grève
Than a strike
Demain Paul on s'lève
Tomorrow, Paul, we get up

Music & Lyrics: Paul Piché

Lyrics Source: Genius.com

English Translation: Ève Poudrier

03/5/26

Y’a pas grand chose dans l’ciel à soir (1977)

Y a pas grand chose dans l'ciel à soir;
There isn't much in the sky tonight
Y a pas grand chose, y a rien à voire;
There isn'y much, there isn't anything to see
Y a rien à voire, y a pas de lumière;
There isn't anything to see, there is no light
Qu'est-ce que je vais faire dans le ciel à soir?
What am I going to do in the sky tonight?
J'veux pas rester sur mon trottoir
I don't want to stay on my sidewalk
J'veux aller danser, j'ai envie de crier
I want to go danse, I feel like screaming
Maudit que c'est dont la grosse misère
Damn, it is so much a pain
Quand j'suis pogné pour m'ennuier
When I am stuck to be bored
Mais c'est pas parce que j't'un mammifère
But it is not because I am a mammal
Pis que j'ai le sang chaud, même en hiver
And that I have warm blood, even in winter
Que j'ai pas besoin de calorifère
That I don't need central heating
Que j'ai pas besoin de m'amuser
That I don't need to have fun
Tout en fesant mon secondaire
While I am in high school
En passant le test pour m'orienter
When I did the orientation test
J'avais pas assez de vocabulaire;
I didn't have enough vocabulary;
On m'a dit que j'pouvais pas chanter
I was told that I could not sing
Faut-tu que j'devienne un militaire
Will I have to become a soldier
Un dromadaire, un marguiller
A one-humped camel, a churchwarden
Un missionnaire impopulaire
An unpopular missionary
Avec des médaille de l'année passée?
With medals from last year?
Pour passer le temps, qu'est-ce que tu veux faire?
To pass time, what do you want to do?
J'suis ben écoeuré de me masturber
I am sick to masturbate
J'pense que devenant humanitaire
I think that becoming humanitarian
Toutes mes problèmes vont s'arranger
All my problems will be fixed
Y a des problèmes partout sur la terre
There are problems all around the world
Y faut que je commence à m'en occuper
I must start to take care of these
Là je passe toutes sortes de questionnaires
Now I pass all kinds of questionnaires
Pour savoir qu'est-ce qu'un ouvrier
To know what a worker is
Mais si ça marche pas, j'boirai de la bière
But is that doesn't work, I will drink beer
J'boirai assez pour me saouler
I will drin enough to be drunk
J'jouerai au révolutionnaire
I will play  at [being] a revolutionary
Qui boit un peu pour se reposer
Who drinks a little to rest
Tout en fumant mes Belvédères[1]
While smoking my Belvédères
Pis en voyant le monde à l'envers
And in seeing the world upside down
M'a être malheureux de toutes manière
I will be miserable anyway
La bière me fait faire de l'urticaire[2]
Beer gives me urticaria

NOTES:

[1] A cigar brand

[2] a skin disease

Music & Lyrics: Paul Piché

Lyrics Source: Genius.com

English Translation: Ève Poudrier

03/4/26

Georges Dor (1931-2001)

Georges Dor (1931-2001) was a singer-songwriter, playwright, author, director, and journalist from Drummondville, Quebec. Originally working with Radio-Canada as an announcer and producer, Dor joined the chansonniers tradition for several years before leaving the public music scene in favor of more intimate, recorded music. He continued to write essays, novels, and poems regarding the role of the French language in Quebec society before passing away in 2001.

Born in Drummondville, Quebec, Georges Dor was the youngest of eleven children in his family. There he worked in the city’s factory from 1948 to 1952 in addition to supporting the construction of the Bersimis Dam in the St. Lawrence river in 1953. During this time period, Dor also resided in Montréal for a year to study at the École du Théâtre du Nouveau Monde. From then on, he commenced a career in news, working for several radio stations in different Quebec cities as an announcer and editor; his most prominent role then was the director of news broadcasts at CBC Montréal from 1957 to 1967.

Whilst working primarily for news, this period also included Dor’s ventures into music and literature. Initially publishing short stories, plays, and collections of poetry, Dor, who was provoked by Gaston Miron to venture into the realm of songwriting, kickstarted his chansonnier career in 1966 with the release of his self-titled LP. This year proved fruitful for the young singer-songwriter who then brought his music on tour to festivals and boîte à chansons in Quebec and France from 1966 to ~1972. Having won awards such as the Prix Félix-Leclerc, his prestige as a singer-songwriter was immense, leading Dor to compose for numerous short films and documentaries produced by the National Film Board. However, after opening an art gallery with his wife in Longueil, Dor retired from the public music scene and opted to record his music. From then on, Dor pursued a literature path in which he published numerous of his own novels, short stories, plays, and poems. Most important were his polemical essays of the 1990s that confronted the role of the French language in Québec and argued for the usage of more colloquial slang and terminology rather than clear and intellectual language (e.g. Anna braillé ène shot (1996), Ta mé tu là (1997), Chu ben comme chu (2001)).

Released in his 1966 self-titled LP, “La Manic” is considered one of Georges Dor’s most famous songs. Like many of his songs, the narrative of La Manic places emphasis on the daily lives of workers and women in Quebec’s industrial and forest industries. Known for its simplistic yet soulful lyrics of love, “La Manic” was designated the most popular song of the last 50 years in 1972 by CKAC Radio, cementing itself as one of the most popular chansons from the chansonniers tradition.

Sources:

  1. “La Manic.” Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame. https://www.cshf.ca/song/la-manic/.
  2. Morin, Claude. “Georges Dor.” Musée des Grands Québécois Website. Musée des Grands Québécois. Accessed March 1, 2026. https://www.mdgq.ca/10-georges-dor
  3. Rioux, Christian. “Georges Dor.” The Canadian Encyclopedia. Historica Canada. Article published July 26, 2007; Last Edited May 11, 2024.

Suggested Listenings

  1. La Manic: https://youtu.be/m0Ih5zRU1_k?list=RDm0Ih5zRU1_k
  2. Quebec Love, album: https://youtu.be/f6oil2t-CKQ?list=PLZHQH6pJBcF4SSt92pGXBFFuZlgtl_79h
  3. Confidence, a collection of poems by Georges Dor: https://youtu.be/0G2y0wWAjK8.

 

 

02/25/26

La Manic (1967)

Si tu savais comme on s’ennuie

If you knew how boring it was

À la Manic

At Manic

Tu m’écrirais bien plus souvent

You’d write way more often

À la Manicouagan

To the Manicouagan

 

Parfois je pense à toi si fort

Sometimes I think so hard about you

Je recrée ton âme et ton corps

That I recreate your soul and your body

Je te regarde et m’émerveille

I look at you and I am filled with wonder

Je me prolonge en toi

I throw myself into you

Comme le fleuve dans la mer

Just like the river into the sea

Et la fleur dans l’abeille

And the flower into the bee

 

Que deviennent quand j’suis pas là

What happened when I was not there

Mon bel amour

My beautiful lover

Ton front doux comme fine sole

your silken forehead

Et tes yeux de velours

And your velvet eyes become

Te tournes-tu vers la Côte-Nord

Do you turn towards the Côte-Nord

Pour voir un peu pour voir encore

To see a little to see some more

Ma main qui te fait signe d’attendre

My hand signalling you to wait

Soir et matin je tends les bras

At twilight and at dawn, I reach out

Je te rejoins où que tu sois

I meet you wherever you may be

Et je te garde

And I keep you

 

Dis-moi c’qui s’passe à Trois-Rivière

Tell me what’s going on in Trois-Rivières 

Et à Québec

and in Quebec

où la vie a tant à faire

Where there’s so much to do

Et tout c’qu’on fait avec

and everything we do with it

 

Dis-moi c’qui s’passe à Montréal

Tell me what’s going on in Montreal

Dans les rues sales et transversales

In the dirty side streets

Où tu es toujours la plus belle

Where you’re always the most beautiful one

Car la laideur ne t’atteint pas

Because ugliness can’t get to you

Toi que j’aimerai jusqu’au trépas

You, who I’ll love until I pass away

Mon éternelle

My eternal

 

Nous autres on fait les fanfarons

Us others we boast around

À coeur de jour

all day long

Mais on est tous des bons larrons

But we’re all good guys 

Cloués à leur amours

faithful to their loves

 

Y en a qui jouent de la guitare

Some play guitar

D’autres qui jouent d’l’accordéon

Others play accordion

Pour passer l’temps quand y est trop long

To pass time, when the time is long

Mais moi je joue de mes amours

But me, I play of my love

Et je danse en disant ton nom

And I dance, saying your name

Tellement je t’aime

Because I love you so much

 

Si tu savais comme on s’ennuie

If you knew how boring it was

À la Manic

At Manic

Tu m’écrirais bien plus souvent

You’d write way more often, 

À la Manicouagan

to the Manicouagan

 

Si t’as pas grand chose à me dire

If you don’t have much to tell me

Écris cent fois les mots “je t’aime”

Write the words ‘I love you’ a hundred times

Ça fera le plus beau des poèmes

It will be the most beautiful of poems

Je le lirai cent fois

I’ll read it a hundred times

Cent fois, cent fois c’est pas beaucoup

A hundred times, a hundred times are not a lot

Pour ceux qui s’aiment

For those who are in love

 

Si tu savais comme on s’ennuie

If you knew how boring it was

À la Manic

At Manic

Tu m’écrirais bien plus souvent

You’d write way more often

À la Manicouagan

To the Manicouagan

 

Author + Music : George Dor

Translation : Lyrictranslate (edited by Andy Huang)

01/26/26

Renée Claude (1939-2020)

Renée Claude (1939-2020) was a Canadian actress and singer from Montreal, Québec, known for her interpretation of songs by Québec writers. Growing up, she studied piano at the École Vincent-d’Indy and took singing lessons with Alphonse Ledoux. As a teenager, she already decided that her life would be dedicated to singing. In 1960, she made her first television appearance on Radio-Canada and quickly became known for her elegant and sensuous singing and deep respect for lyricists and composers. While her early repertoire focused on French chansons, during the 1960s and 1970s, she turned towards the work of local Québec writers, helping shape a distinctly Québécois song culture.

Renée transitioned from performing at the boîte à chansons in Québec City, covering songs by French singer-songwriters like George Brassens and Leo Ferré, to working with local lyricists such as Jean-Pierre Farland, Stéphane Venne, Clemence Desrochers, and Luc Plamondon. Her major hits included “Tu es noire,” “C’est notre fête aujourd’hui,” and “Le début d’un temps nouveau.” Despite her shyness, she forged her own artistic path and earned widespread recognition, winning numerous awards, including the best song of the year in 1965. She also toured extensively across Europe, Québec, Ontario, and America, performing and representing Canada at international festivals and competitions.

Renée Claude brought honour to Québecers by performing and respecting local songwriters, never altering the songs. She was perceived as “the supreme interpreter,” with a tender voice, good taste, and intelligence of the lyrics. In the 1970s, Renée Claude embodied the liberated woman in Québec culture with her long black hair, large eyes, gypsy-style dresses, and sensual voice. She embodied the spirit of a society in transformation, representing the “beginning of a new time,” shaped by Québec’s Quiet Revolution, the liberalization of morals, women’s emancipation, and the growing assertion of Québec identity.

Renée Claude’s artistic choices extended beyond only performing songs to also include poems and monologues. In addition to her singing career, she had a talent for acting, pursuing it in theatre, opera, television, and film from the 1980s. She participated in the 1980 show, “Moi c’est Clémence que j’aime les mieux,” and the 1981 international success, “George Brassens, j’ai rendez-vous avec vous.” When asked to reflect on her life, she described her greatest achievement in life as being able to sing with sincerity. Renée Claude passed away on May 12, 2020, leaving behind a legacy defined by artistic integrity, elegance, and profound respect for the words of others.

Sources:

Ménard, Denise , and Suzanne Thomas, , and Benoît L’Herbier. “Renée Claude.” The Canadian Encyclopedia. Historica Canada. Article published January 20, 2010; Last Edited October 27, 2014. https://thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/renee-claude-emc

ICI.Radio-Canada.ca, Zone Arts -. 2020. “Renée Claude : Chanter Les Autres Avec Élégance et Douceur.” Radio. Radio-Canada.ca. May 12, 2020. https://ici.radio-canada.ca/nouvelle/1685647/renee-claude-interprete-chanteuse-quebec-carriere-archives

Taylor, Rachelle , and Hélène Plouffe. “Renée Claude.” The Canadian Encyclopedia. Historica Canada. Article published January 29, 2008; Last Edited July 17, 2015. https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/renee-claude

Vigneault, Alexandre. 2020. “Renée Claude – Donne-Moi Le Temps: ‘L’interprète Suprême.’” La Presse. March 9, 2020. https://www.lapresse.ca/arts/litterature/2020-03-09/renee-claude-donne-moi-le-temps-l-interprete-supreme

Songs:

01/26/26

Notre Sentier (1934)

Notre sentier près du ruisseau
Our path by the stream 
Est déchiré par les labours.
is ravaged up by the ploughs.
Si tu venais, dis-moi le jour,
If you came, tell me the day,
Je t′attendrai sous le bouleau.
I will wait for you beneath the birch tree.
Les nids sont vides et décousus
The nests are empty and frayed
Le vent du nord chasse les feuilles
The north wind sweeps the leaves
Les alouettes ne volent plus
The larks no longer fly
Ne dansent plus les écureuils
The squirrels no longer dance
Même les pas de tes sabots
Even the steps of your clogs
Sont agrandis en flaques d'eau.
are spread into puddles of water.
Notre sentier près du ruisseau
Our path by the stream
Est déchiré par les labours.
is ravaged up by the ploughs.
Si tu venais, fixe le jour,
If you came, mark the day
Je guetterai sous le bouleau.
I will keep watch beneath the birch tree.
J′ai réparé un nid d'oiseau
I have mended a bird's nest
Je l'ai cousu de feuilles mortes
I have stitched it with dead leaves
Mais si tu vois sur tous les clos
But if you see on every field
Les rendez-vous de noirs corbeaux,
the gather of black crows,
Vas-tu jeter aux flaques d′eau
Will you cast into puddles
Tes souvenirs et tes sabots
your memories and your clogs?
Tu peux pleurer près du ruisseau
You can weep by the stream
Tu peux briser tout mon amour
you can shatter all my love
Oublie l′été, oublie le jour
Forget the summer, forget the day,
Oublie mon nom et le bouleau.
forget my name and the birch tree.
Author + Music: Félix Leclerc
Translation: Lyricfluent (edited by Francis Reyes with the help of ChatGPT to improve upon original translation.)
01/5/26

La langue de chez nous (1986)

( à Félix )

C'est une langue belle avec des mots superbes
Il is a beautiful language with superb words
Qui porte son histoire à travers ses accents
That carries its history across its accents
Où l'on sent la musique et le parfum des herbes
In which one smells the music and perfume of herbs
Le fromage de chèvre et le pain de froment
Goat cheese and wheat bread

Et du Mont-Saint-Michel jusqu'à la Contrescarpe
And from Mont-Saint-Michel to Contrescarpe
En écoutant parler les gens de ce pays
While listening the people from that country speak
On dirait que le vent s'est pris dans une harpe
It would seem that the wind got caught in a harp
Et qu'il en a gardé toutes les harmonies
And that it kept all of its harmonies

Dans cette langue belle aux couleurs de Provence
In this beautiful language of Provence's colours
Où la saveur des choses est déjà dans les mots
When the taste of things is already in the words
C'est d'abord en parlant que la fête commence
It is first by speaking that the feats begins
Et l'on boit des paroles aussi bien que de l'eau
And one drinks the words as well as water

Les voix ressemblent aux cours des fleuves et des rivières
Elles répondent aux méandres, au vent dans les roseaux
Parfois même aux torrents qui charrient du tonnerre
En polissant les pierres sur le bord des ruisseaux

C'est une langue belle à l'autre bout du monde
Une bulle de France au nord d'un continent
Sertie dans un étau mais pourtant si féconde
Enfermée dans les glaces au sommet d'un volcan

Elle a jeté des ponts par-dessus l'Atlantique
Elle a quitté son nid pour un autre terroir
Et comme une hirondelle au printemps des musiques
Elle revient nous chanter ses peines et ses espoirs

Nous dire que là-bas dans ce pays de neige
Elle a fait face aux vents qui soufflent de partout,
Pour imposer ses mots jusque dans les collèges
Et qu'on y parle encore la langue de chez nous

C'est une langue belle à qui sait la défendre
Elle offre les trésors de richesses infinies
Les mots qui nous manquaient pour pouvoir nous comprendre
Et la force qu'il faut pour vivre en harmonie

Et l'Île d'Orléans jusqu'à la Contrescarpe
En écoutant chanter les gens de ce pays
On dirait que le vent s'est pris dans une harpe
Et qu'il a composé toute une symphonie

Et de l'Île d'Orléans jusqu'à Contrescarpe
En écoutant chanter les gens de ce pays
On dirait que le vent s'est pris dans une harpe
Et qu'il a composé toute une symphonie. 

Paroles et musique: Yves Duteil
Source: Liriz
04/2/25

Québec Love (1969)

Paranoid, complains and fartsParanoïaque, rouspète pis pèteAnd fart of hash, that is rubbishPis pet de hasch, ça, c'est d'la mardeChalice pis pet don't smokeDes Calisse pis pet fume pasWell, I don't care, smoke or don't smokePis moé, j'm'en crisse, fume ou fume pasIt's the same problem, me, I don't have oneC'est l'même problème, moé, j'en ai pasDo you understand that, do you understand thatComprends-tu ça, comprends-tu ça
To me it's crystal clearPour moi, c'est clair comme de l'eau d'rocheRocher Percé, do you rememberRocher Percé, t'en souviens-tuIt's still there and it doesn't moveY est toujours là pis y bouge pasThere's only one eye, but it's looking at youY a rien qu'un oeil, mais y te r'gardeThat's me, you, you don't see meÇa, c'est moé, toé, tu m'vois pasDo you understand that, do you understand thatComprends-tu ça, comprends-tu ça
It's like your shadow, you look, thinking it's youC'est comme ton ombre, tu regardes, pensant qu'c'est toéBut it's not you, your shadow follows you, so don't follow itMais c'est pas toé, ton ombre te suit, suis-la donc pasIt's my toy, it's our toyC'est ma bébelle, c'est not' bébelleMoé, I'll take care of it, don't worryMoé, j'm'en occupe, occupe-toé pasDo you understand that, do you understand thatComprends-tu ça, comprends-tu ça
It's sunny even if it rainsY fait soleil même si ça pleutEven if it blows, even if it thundersMême si ça pète, même si ça tonneThat doesn't surprise me, me, I have peaceÇa m'étonne pas, moé, j'ai la paixYou, you don't have it, but it will comeToé, tu l'as pas, mais ça viendraMoé, I feel myself coming and I'm going to come backMoé, j'me sens v'nir pis j'vas rev'nirDo you understand that, do you understand thatComprends-tu ça, comprends-tu çaI'm cleared, not defrockedJ'suis défriché, pas défroquéBesides my hair, I have my headEn d's'our de mes ch'veux, j'ai ma têteA Quebec love, that’s my bagUn Québec love, ça, c'est mon bagWe have to do something, let's go, it's urgentFaut faire quelqu'chose, aweille, ça presseDon't give up man, it'll be your partyLâche pas bonhomme, ça sera ta fêteDo you understand that, do you understand thatComprends-tu ça, comprends-tu çaAnd the States, it's nobody'sPis les États, c'est à personneIt belongs to Babel, it's not our toyC'est à Babel, c'pas not' bébelleLet them fight for it as for me I don't give a damn (I don't give a damn)Qu'ils se l'arrachent pis moé, j'm'en sacre (j'm'en sacre)I have my ark, Noah's arkMoi, j'ai mon arche, arche de NoéMerry Christmas Tremblay, that’s oursJoyeux Noël Tremblay (?), ça, c't à nous autresDo you understand that, do you understand thatComprends-tu ça, comprends-tu çaThere's no more Christ, there's no more ChristmasY en a pu d'Christ, y a pu d'ChristmasLet them fight for it, their Santa ClausQu'ils se l'arrachent, leur Santa ClausFrom Simpson and from EatonDe chez Simpson pis d'chez EatonMoé, I'm happy with Dupuis FrèresMoé, j'me contente de Dupuis FrèresMoé, I'm happy with Omer DesserresMoé, j'me contente d'Omer DesserresDo you understand that, do you understand thatComprends-tu ça, comprends-tu çaPacific Plant crunch the EnglishPacifique Plante crounche les AnglaisPeacefully, if possiblePacifiquement, si c'est possibleIf it is possible peacefullySi c'est possible pacifiquementIf it's not, give me a gunSi ça l'est pas, donne-moé un gunGive me a gun, me I'll take care of itDonne-moé un gun, moé, j'm'en occupeDo you understand that, do you understand thatComprends-tu ça, comprends-tu ça 

Author: Robert Charlebois
Lyrics source: Musixmatch
Edited lyrics: Ève Poudrier
04/2/25

Le renard, le loup (1977)

Dans un sentier près de chez nous
On a trail near my home
Vivait le r'nard vivait le loup
Lived the fox, lived the wolf
Ah! Y s’engueulaient comme les enfers
Ah! They fought like hell
Vivait le r'nard vivait le loup (bis)
Lived the fox, lived the wolf (bis)

J'les ai vus près du ruisseau
I saw them near the brook
J’arrivai entre chiens et loups
I got there at dusk
Le r'nard 'tait roux comme Louis St-Pierre
The fox was red as Louis St-Pierre
Le loup 'tait noir comme les loups
The wolf was black as wolves are
Fier de l'hiver fier d'être un loup
Proud of the winter proud to be a wolf

Moi j'ai voulu les arrêter
Me, I wanted to stop them
Comme jamais j'me suis mis à crier
I started to scream as I never had before
Avant qu’y en aille un qui s’fasse mordre la gorge
Before one be bitten at the throat
Avant qu'y en aille un qui s’fasse étrangler (bis)
Before one be strangled

J'leur ai tendu le plus beau piège
I set the most beautiful trap for them
Qu'un homme ait jamais place
That a man had ever set
J'leur ai tendu ma main pleine de neige
I reached out to them with my hand full of snow
Ils l’ont sentie ils l'ont aimée (bis)
They smelled it they liked it (bis)

Le r'nard monta sur mes épaules
The fox climbed up on my shoulders
Le loup y s'est mis à chanter
The wolf he started to sing
Y nous a trouvés tellement drôles
He found us so funny
Sur notre sentier y s'est mis à marcher
On our trail he started to walk
Vive l'amour vive l'amitié
Celebrate love celebrate friendship

Author: Paul Piché
French lyrics source: Genius.com
Translation to English: Ève Poudrier