I was walking in a town
On the waterfront I saw a building
I went inside into the darkness
Into the coolness of the air-conditioning

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 quinze ans
To die before you're fifteen years
I turned away to hide the tears
And 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
Fly

Mourir avant quinze ans
To die before you're fifteen years
I turned away to hide the tears
And how could I understand
That a man can kill a man
Can kill a child
Mourir avant quinze ans
To die before you're fifteen years
I turned away to hide the tears
And 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

I was watching the seagulls fly
Down Saint Jean Street
To the Saint Lawrence River
To the wide open spaces
To the Saint Lawrence River
To the wide open spaces

(Mourir avant quinze ans
To die before you're fifteen years)
(Mourir avant quinze ans
To die before you're fifteen years)
(Mourir avant quinze ans
To die before you're fifteen years)