Au milieu des sepultures 歌词

	La tristesse éternelle d'un ange sur la terre,
	De grandes fontaines de larmes coulant à l'infini,
	Les yeux noirs de cet être, fixant la pierre,
	Tombée d'une sculpture durant la nuit.
	L'enfer a doucement touché notre sol,
	Mais de la mort il est si las,
	Que même le paradis le désole,
	Mourir pour cet empire de glace ?
	De roses est recouvert le tombeau,
	Que foulera l'ange mélancolique,
	Sa main encore posée sur le berceau,
	The eternal sadness of an angel on earth
	Huge fountains of tears flowing eternally
	The black eyes of this being staring at the piece of stone
	Fallen from a sculpture in the night
	Hell has softly touched the ground
	But of Death he is so tired
	That even
	Paradise makes him sad
	Am I to die for that frozen empire ?
	Roses cover the tomb
	That shall be trodden by the melancholic angel
	His hand still on the cradle
	Of its sad idyllic sculpture. [Translated from french by Pandora]

	La tristesse e ternelle d' un ange sur la terre,
	De grandes fontaines de larmes coulant a l' infini,
	Les yeux noirs de cet tre, fixant la pierre,
	Tombe e d' une sculpture durant la nuit.
	L' enfer a doucement touche notre sol,
	Mais de la mort il est si las,
	Que m me le paradis le de sole,
	Mourir pour cet empire de glace ?
	De roses est recouvert le tombeau,
	Que foulera l' ange me lancolique,
	Sa main encore pose e sur le berceau,
	The eternal sadness of an angel on earth
	Huge fountains of tears flowing eternally
	The black eyes of this being staring at the piece of stone
	Fallen from a sculpture in the night
	Hell has softly touched the ground
	But of Death he is so tired
	That even
	Paradise makes him sad
	Am I to die for that frozen empire ?
	Roses cover the tomb
	That shall be trodden by the melancholic angel
	His hand still on the cradle
	Of its sad idyllic sculpture. Translated from french by Pandora

	La tristesse é ternelle d' un ange sur la terre,
	De grandes fontaines de larmes coulant à l' infini,
	Les yeux noirs de cet tre, fixant la pierre,
	Tombé e d' une sculpture durant la nuit.
	L' enfer a doucement touché notre sol,
	Mais de la mort il est si las,
	Que m me le paradis le dé sole,
	Mourir pour cet empire de glace ?
	De roses est recouvert le tombeau,
	Que foulera l' ange mé lancolique,
	Sa main encore posé e sur le berceau,
	The eternal sadness of an angel on earth
	Huge fountains of tears flowing eternally
	The black eyes of this being staring at the piece of stone
	Fallen from a sculpture in the night
	Hell has softly touched the ground
	But of Death he is so tired
	That even
	Paradise makes him sad
	Am I to die for that frozen empire ?
	Roses cover the tomb
	That shall be trodden by the melancholic angel
	His hand still on the cradle
	Of its sad idyllic sculpture. Translated from french by Pandora

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