We never knew what country he came from
Nor even how old he was or what his name was
But everyone nicknamed the queen
At the end of rue Sainte-Catherine and the main'
A had been walking in the neighborhood for at least ten years
Knowing the whores and the itinerants
But when we heard her accent
We suspected that she didn't come from Lac Saint-Jean
Every evening she took her under her wing
The tramps and the junkies from the back alley
Like a guardian angel from the sky
Who would have landed in the trash
At night with her pick-up she made her rounds
Distributing toast and a little coffee
To give a little bit of warmth
To those who have winter right in their hearts
For the skinned ©s lively she inspired peace
Her sole presence was like a balm on their wounds
Her gaze was a lantern
For the castaways of the dark taverns
Every evening she took under her wing
The tramps and the junkies from the back alleys
Like a guardian angel from the sky
Who would have landed in the trash cans
According to 'what did Paulo say to a taxi driver
She would have fled the war to immigrate here
A couple of decades ago
When her father was killed tit guy and her husband
And what she would have found to hold on to life
It is to take care of the poor and the most deprived
Instead of live sad forever
She now had hundreds of children
Every evening she took under her wing
The tramps and junkies from the back alleys
Like a guardian angel came from the sky
Which would have landed in the trash
It happened yesterday in the night from the twelfth to the thirteenth
When he got out of his pick-up he felt unwell
br/>Near her home at the college metro
We found her dead in a snowbank
We will never know from which country that it was born
Not even how old it was or what it was called
But this morning people were crying for the queen
In the end of the rue Sainte-Catherine and the main'
But at least she took back her wings
To leave for a world a little less cruel
And even if she didn't believe in god
She sure flies somewhere where the sky is blue.

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