J-Pierre.Pola: Yet we had no time to pray. Nor to believe in gods.
J-Pierre.Pola: And we thought our lives would come true.
J-Pierre.Pola: Dans le froid de mes hivers, vos regards se sont perdus.
J-Pierre.Pola: Where will you be tomorrow?
J-Pierre.Pola: Later on, the sky would tremble.
J-Pierre.Pola: Portrait of the artist as a Dear Departed