Spécial #6

I'm translating under deadline and listening to music. Not the most productive way to do it. I just heard the line "l'hiver était frette en calvaise" and missed home. It's on "Spécial #6" by Les Cowboys fringants. Every time I hear it I can't get over how good it is. "Le soleil s'est couché sur Repentigny..." it's so slurred and poignant and rocking.

In conclusion, I've just turned the music off. Back to work...