Mes Fenêtres Donnent Sur La Cour [English translation]

Maybe it's because nothing lasts

Neither the pastures. nor the green

Neither the lovers we once were

Neither cold, nor the fog

Maybe it's because nothing resists

Neither the August vacationers, nor the July ones

Neither the gentlemen, nor the ladies

Neither chick flicks, nor the drama

My balcony faces the yard

It faces the yard

It faces an exit

And the scattered garbage

Maybe it's because nothing survives

Neither that path, not that track

Neither the spring that comes to its end

Neither the steeple, nor the ave(nue)

Maybe it's because nothing matches

Neither the scenery, nor the storyboards

Neither our minds, nor our souls

Neither the jokes, nor intermissions.

My balcony faces the yard

It faces the yard

It faces an exit

And the scattered garbage

My balcony faces the yard

It faces the yard

It faces an exit

And the scattered garbage

• Artist:Coralie Clément