When

When you scratched the paint of me
I hoped for a golden shine
but there was no reflection in your face
just the cold sense of a wet English day.

 

Quand

Quand tu as gratté ma peinture
j’avais espéré un éclat doré,
mais il n y eut pas de reflet sur ton visage,
juste la froide sensation d’un jour anglais humide.

 

Translations by Agnès Regnier and Frederique Berringer

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