I was walking in a town On the waterfront I saw a building I went inside into the darkness Into the coolness of the air-conditioning 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 quinze ans To die before you're fifteen years I turned away to hide the tears And 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 Fly Mourir avant quinze ans To die before you're fifteen years I turned away to hide the tears And how could I understand That a man can kill a man Can kill a child Mourir avant quinze ans To die before you're fifteen years I turned away to hide the tears And 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 I was watching the seagulls fly Down Saint Jean Street To the Saint Lawrence River To the wide open spaces To the Saint Lawrence River To the wide open spaces (Mourir avant quinze ans To die before you're fifteen years) (Mourir avant quinze ans To die before you're fifteen years) (Mourir avant quinze ans To die before you're fifteen years)