Un incident à Bois-des-Filion

I'm in love with a girl
Who drowned between two islands
She got lost between two waters
With seaweed around her ankles
Her head held high, like a reed
She quietly disappeared
She was there, she isn't anymore

It's nine o'clock, Idéale beach
Twenty minutes from Montreal
And the search continues
I'm not supposed to talk like this
You don't make rhymes when the person you love drowns
I don't know what to do with my ten fingers anymore
I feel like punching with all my might
Into the calm water of the Mille-Îles river
I don't want to be there when their damn grappling hooks

I will wait for you near the rapids
Under the bridge, near the pillars
Be careful of the wet rocks
Be careful if you are barefoot
Be careful of the wet rocks
Be careful if you are barefoot

I'm in love with an island
With a wave that has just died
And the children by the water's edge will bury it
Without a smile, with their shovels and their pails
I know it now: Love, death
They fold onto the same support
They take their time, they last a long time
They take your soul and not your body
You, you just stay there, arms hanging

They had made forecasts
Fifty drownings for the end-of-season swim
Fifty drowned for the holiday
Thanks to my girlfriend, they won
Tomorrow morning, they will show
At the bottom of a page her photo and the beach

I was waiting for you near the rapids
Under the bridge, near the pillars
Around me, I felt the emptiness
In ten seconds, I was drowned
Around me, I have the river
And my lungs have breathed it in
We are sinking together towards the sea
Don't try to stop us

Water is life, my mother used to say
When I didn't want to go swimming
Here I am, having become the water of a river
We all end up getting wet

I stayed all alone on the beach
My head held high towards the clouds
The storm is coming, it's going to get wet
The people all left to hide
We didn't have a beautiful summer

I'm in love with a girl
(I'm not supposed to talk like this)
Who drowned between two islands
(I don't know what to do with my ten fingers anymore)

I will wait for you near the rapids
Under the bridge, near the pillars
Be careful of the wet rocks
Be careful if you're barefoot
Be careful if you're barefoot

I will wait for you, Idéale beach
One summer evening, when it's warm
We will build sandcastles
You on the beach and me in the water