Mes Fenêtres Donnent Sur La Cour

Must nothing endure?
Neither the meadows, nor the greenery
Nor the lovers we once were
Neither the frost, nor the mists
Must no one resist?
Neither the Augustans, nor the Julyans
Neither the gentlemen, nor the ladies
Neither the melodramas, nor the dramas

My windows overlook the courtyard
Overlook the courtyard
I reread your words of love
Your words of love
My windows overlook the courtyard
Overlook the courtyard
On a fire exit
And on the surrounding garbage cans

Must nothing endure?
Neither the path, nor the track
Nor the spring that is no more
Neither the bell tower nor the street
Must no one agree?
Neither the scripts, nor the storyboards
Neither the minds, nor the souls
Neither the scherzi, nor the scales

My windows overlook the courtyard
Overlook the courtyard
I reread Your words of love
Your words of love
My windows overlook the courtyard
Overlook the courtyard
On a fire exit
And on the surrounding trash cans