Tam Tams du Mont-Royal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

On Mont-Royal’s green and gentle slope

Where the city’s bustle comes to cope

There’s a gathering of beats and hearts

A pulsing rhythm that never departs

Tam Tams they call this lively crowd

Drums and music, voices loud

A tribe of souls from near and far

Beneath the sun, beneath the stars

In harmony they find their groove

A unity that cannot be moved

A tapestry of cultures bright

A fusion of day and night

The beat goes on, the circle spins

A dance that never truly ends

A celebration of life and love

That soars the skies, high above

Hypnotic Tam Tams, how sweet your sound

A symphony that echoes around

A joy that touches every soul

And makes our broken hearts whole.