via Metro‘s suggestion in this post. I thought the song was good enough to be made available to more than just the Quebecois and the Okanaugainous.
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Un soir d’hiver dans Chinatown
On s’est promené devant les vitrines
On a trouvé un magasin qui sentait l’orient
On a marché toute la soirée
Tes bottes te faisaient mal aux pieds
Les vieux Chinois nous regardait
Nous autres, on souriait
La première neige est tombée sur le Chinatown
Les rues sont glissantes, y a un accident
Au coin de St-Hubert et Jean Talon
Dans l’escalier de ton appartement
Ta main cherchait ta clé en tremblant
Les voisins d’à côté criaient
Tout d’suite on est entré
Dans ta chambre on n’a rien allumé
Par la fenêtre on voyait la neige tomber
Tu m’as d’mander combien de temps l’hiver allait durer
La première neige est tombée sur le Chinatown
Au coin du boulevard pis la 22-ème
Y’on trouvé un char abandonné
Un soir d’hiver dans Chinatown
On s’est promené devant les vitrines
Le lendemain la neige avait disparu, le lendemain la neige
Le lendemain la neige avait disparu, le lendemain la neige
Le lendemain la neige, le lendemain la neige…
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Technorati me!
raincoaster 
How exciting
A revealing exchange on the eccentric Raincoaster Blog
R – You are assuming I read your essay length missives. You must be fat in the head
N – And yet , rather pointlessly you respond . Tourettes syndrome?
R…I respond here to all comments even spammers from Eastern European nations whose names do not translate into our alphabet………
There you have it .A dictionary definition of time wasted on all sides . Be warned some have become so obsessed with their “blogging” career that they have forgotten the point entirely .
Goodbye R , I will see you around no doubt
Bye. Remember to take your pills. And do try to remember that conversations online are meant to be threaded. Look it up if you have to.
I prefer the contention “you cannot not communicate”. The watcher influences the discourse. So you can either take an active part or just act as a sort of conversational appendix.
Or in some cases be mildly flattered that someone posted a thirty-year-old French Canadian hit you recommended. Shades of the school bus.
Where’s the English translation? I know I read it but now I can’t find the damn thing.
If newmania knew HOW to talk, he’d be more welcome to do so here.
Hey–I just posted the Englitch version. Ou c’est gone?
Oh well, nowt for it but to post again. I could write this to scan better, but the straight English translation is:
A winter’s night in Chinatown
We walked (ourselves) past the shop windows
We found a store that smelled of the Orient
We walked all evening
Your boots were hurting your feet
Old Chinese looked at us
Us, we smiled
The first snow has fallen, on (the) Chinatown
The roads are slippery, there’s an accident
At the corner of St-Hebert and Jean Tallon
On the stair of your appartment
Your hand, trembling, searched for your key
The neighbours to the side yelled
Immediately we entered
In your room we lit nothing
Through the window we saw the snow falling
You asked me how long winter was going to last
The first snow has fallen, on (the) Chinatown
On the corner of the street and 22nd
They’ve found an abandoned car
A winter’s night in China town
We walked (ourselves) past the shop windows
The next day the snow had disappeared
The next day the snow had disappeared
…
Thanks for that. Alas, except the getting lucky part, it’s every damn night of my life.
What “getting lucky” part? It’s entirely platonic–they don’t even smoke up!
Again, much like your life, but don’t go looking for sex where there isn’t any.
Again, much like your life …
Ah, how amusing. And how kind of your wife to marry you and save you from a life of hanging around puck bunnies, picking up scraps at closing time.
to raincoaster .. me too .. i agree
Everyone who knows Metro agrees!
Mme Metro is the greatest single thing that ever happened to me. I wouldn’t trade her for ten puck bunnies.
To be fair, there were some married things that were pretty terrific …
I somehow never thought of you as cougar bait. Live and learn, I guess.