Hors saison [English translation]

It's the silence

That's most noticeable

The rolling blinds all down

Old weed

In the flowers pots

On the balconies

It must be off-season

Still the sea,

In its rollers, carries on

Its same theme

Its hollow and stubborn song

For a few shadows lost

Under hoods

It must be off-season

The wind pierces

These long avenues

Someone's looking for an unknown address

And the mail is overflowing

On the doorsteps

It must be off-season

A city withers

In the salty fogs

The oceanic wrath is too close,

The torments condemn it

To screens of smoke

And no one leaves the quay

We could take everything

The walls, the gardens, the streets

We could write

Our first names on the mailboxes

Or maybe one day

People will come back

It must be off-season

Still the sea,

In its rollers, carries on

Its same theme

Its hollow song "where are you?"

All of my mail is overflowing

On your doorsteps

It must be off-season

A city withers

In the salty fogs

The oceanic wrath is too close,

The torments condemn it

To screens of smoke

And no one leaves the quay