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
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