Y'a plus de saisons [English translation]

It's true that the weather is fantastic

For a Sunday in February

There are people already having a sunbath on the grass

And others are getting worried about the high temperatures

The elements are enraged

And the politicians are making laws

When an expert points to the Earth

The industrialist looks at the finger

And when he gets home

He says "Honestly, we've run out of seasons"

While the guys in suit

Assure us that all is well

We wonder if it's too late

And also what we can do on a daily basis

All of us on the same boat

Women and children first

All you have to do is watch the news

The disasters, the hurricanes elsewhere

The fires are on option

But honestly speaking, we've run out of seasons

We've run out of seasons

We've run out of seasons

It's my grandmother who was right

We've run out of seasons

We've run out of seasons

The sky is dark on the horizon

We tell ourselves that man is capable

Of as much the best as the worst

And all these images that become too much for us to bear

When another continent sweats

We've constructed great museums

Cathedrales and giocondas

And yet we're not going to preserve

The natural beauty of the world

What's the hurry, anyway

The oceans will tell you

We've run out of seasons

We've run out of seasons

It's my grandmother who was right

We've run out of seasons

We've run out of seasons

The sky is dark on the horizon

We watch as our kids play marbles

In the streets of the planet

We worry about the shining sun

Like a sword hanging over their heads

What will have become of it in hundred years?

Will the Earth be able to go round

When their autumns become our springs?

When their winters become our summers?

And of the future generations

Are we going to ask forgiveness?

We've run out of seasons

We've run out of seasons

It's my grandmother who was right

We've run out of seasons

We've run out of seasons

The sky is dark on the horizon

We've run out of seasons

We've run out of seasons

It's my grandmother who was right

We've run out of seasons

We've run out of seasons

The sky is dark on the horizon