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