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