L'ombre triste - Dark Sanctuary

Les ailes collées par ton sang au pavé

Et le jour qui éclaire ton spectre écrasé

Parfois tu me fais peur, tu me fais voir

La mort au fond de l’abîme, au milieu de la rue

Tu ressembles à cette feuille de papier

Lisse comme le ciel, un beau jour d'été

Mais un peu de sang colle ta peau au pavé

Et j’ai peur, et j’ai froid, c’est ma mort, c’est ta mort que je vois

Ils ont écrasé ta tête et ton coeur

Ils t’ont tout volé, pauvre spectre écrasé

J’ai envie de pleurer;

pourtant je ne t’aime pas

The wings stuck on the pavement by your blood

And the day which enlightens your crushed spectre

Sometimes you frighten me, you make me see death

In the depths of the abyss, in the middle of the street

You look like this paper sheet

Smooth like the sky in a beautiful summer day

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 death I behold

They crushed your head and your heart

They stole you everything, poor crushed spectre

I need to cry though I don’t love you

The wings glued by your blood to the pavement

And the day that illuminates your crushed specter

Sometimes you scare me, you make me see

Death at the bottom of the abyss, in the middle of the street

You look like this piece of paper

Smooth as the sky on a bright summer day

But a little blood sticks your skin to the pavement

And I'm scared, and I'm cold, it's my death, it's your death that I see

They crushed your head and your heart

They stole everything from you, poor crushed ghost

I want to cry;

yet I don't love you

The wings stuck on the pavement by your blood

And the day which enlightens your crushed specter

Sometimes you frighten me, you make me see death

In the depths of the abyss, in the middle of the street

You look like this paper sheet

Smooth like the sky in a beautiful summer day

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 death I behold

They crushed your head and your heart

They stole you everything, poor crushed specter

I need to cry though I don't love you