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