歌词
Le froid envahit sa pauvre âme,
Quand sa tombe se referme sur lui,
La sculpture aux regards infâmes,
Ferme les yeux, saluant minuit.
Aujourd'hui est mort le paradis,
Dans ce cimetière triste et si brumeux,
Sous le pâle visage de
Coldness overcomes his poor soul
When his tomb shuts on him
The sculpture with vile glance
Close its eyes, greeting midnight
Today Paradise died
In that sad and misty graveyard
Under the pale face of
Marie Listening to that merciful hymn.. [Translated from french by Pandora]
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