Nits Mourir Avant 15 Ans
I was walking in a town On the waterfront I saw a building I went inside into the darkness Into the coolness of the airconditioning There were photographs of children They were in a war and they killed them I was feeling, feeling smaller, smaller than the coin in my hand Mourir avant 15 ans - To die before you're 15 years I turned away to hide the tears How could I understand That a man can kill a man, can kill a child I went outside into the sunlight Children playing on the riverside They were happy and it was peaceful I went back to my hotel and I watched the seagulls fly Mourir avant 15 ans - To die before you're 15 years I turned away to hide the tears How could I understand That a man can kill a man, can kill a child I was watching the seagulls fly Down Saint Jean street To the Saint Lawrence River To the wide open spaces
