It’s the silence
Which is most noticeable
The shutters all rolled down
Ancient grass
In the plant holders
On the balconies
It must be off-season
All the same the sea
With its rolling tides continues
Its same old refrain
Its empty, stubborn song
For a few shadows lost
Beneath hoods
It must be off-season
The wind pierces
These too-long avenues
Someone searches for an unknown address
And the mail overflows
The holiday home doorsteps
It must be off-season
A town fading away
In the salty mists
The marine anger is to close by
The torments condemn it
To the smoke screens
Nobody sails away from the quay
We could take it all
The walls, the garden, the streets
We could put our names
On the letter boxes
Or perhaps in fact one day
The folk will return
It must be off-season
All the same the sea
With its rolling tides continues
Its same old refrain
Its empty song “where are you?”
All my mail overflows
Your holiday home's doorstep
It must be off-season
A town fading away
In the salty mists
The marine anger is too close by
The torments condemn it
To the smoke screens
Nobody sails away from the quay