I don't know what I'm talking about
Not feeling too concerned
By the last moments of life
When it'll be time to leave this world
And if I have to have an opinion
To live the final seconds
I'd like to die by a lake
Go out in a fine tabarnak
End up in the grass, on my back
Last breath, feet in the water
I'd like to die by a lake
Go out in a fine tabarnak
Near a small cabin in the woods
On a patch of Québec land
Or lean on any experience
If it had already happened to me
I think I'd have remembered
Among the thirty-six thousand ways
Or the thousand and one ways
And if the wait feels too long
I'd like to die by a lake
Go out in a fine tabarnak
End up in the grass, on my back
Last breath, feet in the water
I'd like to die by a lake
Go out in a fine tabarnak
Near a small cabin in the woods
On a patch of Québec land
La belle province, it's personal
Tabarnak, even without the accent
At least it doesn't sound too solemn
And it feels good to say, breathing out
If I don't know a thing about the subject
And if I'm gonna see death in pink
Before it's for good
I'd like to die by a lake
Go out in a fine tabarnak
End up in the grass, on my back
Last breath, feet in the water
I'd like to die by a lake
Go out in a fine tabarnak
Near a small cabin in the woods
On a patch of Québec land