Have you ever heard a French grandmother sigh “Y’a plus de saisons !” (“There are no seasons anymore!”)? Gauvain Sers turns that everyday lament into a catchy folk-pop wake-up call. The song opens on a freakishly sunny February Sunday: some people bask on the grass, others nervously watch the thermometer climb. With witty wordplay, Sers shows how business suits and industrial leaders ignore the warning signs while news screens fill with hurricanes, fires and floods. The refrain — echoed like a proverb from Grandma — hammers home the feeling that the familiar rhythm of spring, summer, autumn and winter is slipping away.
Beneath its toe-tapping melody, the track is a heartfelt plea about climate change and our shared responsibility. Sers contrasts humanity’s brilliant achievements — museums, cathedrals, the Mona Lisa — with our reluctance to protect the planet’s own masterpieces. He invites listeners to imagine their children playing marbles in the gutter of a scorched Earth and asks whether future generations will demand an apology. Both playful and poignant, “Y’a Plus De Saisons” urges us to swap complacency for action before that ominous dark horizon becomes our new normal.