Les ailes collées par ton sang au pavé
The wings stuck with your blood on the pavement
et le jour qui éclaire ton spectre écrasé.
and the day which enlightens your crushed specter.
Parfois tu me fais peur, tu me fais voir
Sometimes you scare me, you make me see
la mort au fond de l'abîme, au milieu de la rue
death at the bottom of the abyss, in the middle of the street
Tu ressembles à cette feuille de papier
You look at this piece of paper
lisse comme le ciel, un beau jour d'été.
smooth as the sky, a beautiful summer day.
Mais un peu de sang colle ta peau au pavé.
But a little blood to your skin adhesive pad.
Et j'ai peur, et j'ai froid, c'est ma mort, c'est ta mort
And I'm afraid, and I'm cold, that's my death is your death
que je vois.
that I see.
Ils ont écrasé ta tête et ton coeur,
They crushed your head and your heart,
ils t'ont tout volé, pauvre spectre écrasé.
They stole you everything, poor crushed specter.
J'ai envie de pleurer; pourtant je ne t'aime pas.
I want to cry; yet I do not love you.
(Translation)
(Translation)
(The Gloomy Shade)
(The Gloomy Shade)
The wings stuck on the pavement by your blood
The wings stuck on the pavement by your blood
And the day which enlightens your crushed spectre.
And the day qui enlightens your crushed specter.
Sometimes you frighten me, you make me see death
Sometimes you frighten me, you make me see death
in the depths of the abyss, in the middle of the street.
in the depths of the abyss, in the middle of the street.
You look like this paper sheet
You look like this paper sheet
Smooth like the sky in a beautiful summer day
Smooth like the sky in a beautiful summer day
But a small amount of your blood is stuck on the pavement
But a small amount of your blood is stuck on the pavement
And I'm frightened, and I'm cold / It's my death, it's your
And I'm frightened, and I'm cold / It's my death, it's your
death I behold
I behold death
They crushed your head and your heart
They crushed your head and your heart
They stole you everything, poor crushed spectre
They stole you everything, poor crushed specter
I need to cry though I don't love you
I need to cry though I do not love you