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Below, I translated the lyrics of the song « Tabarnak » by Volo from French to English.

I don't know what I'm talking about

I'm far from imagining

What the last gasp means

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

I can't remember

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

Like the first time

Is the last one

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

Since I don't know

What I'm talking about

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

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SONG MEANING

Imagine your perfect goodbye. That is exactly what Volo paints in Tabarnak: a light-hearted daydream about facing the end of life with bare feet dangling in a cool Canadian lake. The singer admits he knows nothing about dying yet still sketches a crystal-clear fantasy: lying in the grass by a rustic chalet, inhaling pine-scented air, and letting his dernier soupir float over the water. Far from morbid, the scene feels like a postcard from Quebec’s wilderness, calm and almost playful.

What makes it playful is the repeated cry of tabarnak, a famous Quebec French swearword that literally comes from “tabernacle”. Instead of sounding angry, Volo turns it into a cheeky exclamation, a burst of irreverent energy that keeps the mood casual rather than solemn. In just a few verses, he mixes philosophical curiosity with humor, reminding us that if we can choose the setting for our final act, why not make it a lakeside adventure filled with fresh air, tall trees, and a mischievous grin?

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