Under the dark clouds of May,
a leaf slips over your face,
spring of love for tears of sorrow.
Red eyes that wait for you
for such a long time under the moon light.
I know that you'll come, in spite of you... after all...
Don't try to know why, do you envy the destiny,
statues that never meet, that never touch?
Ne cherche pas a savoir pourquoi,
envies-tu le destin des statues qui jamais
ne se rencontrent, qui jamais ne se touchent?
Sous les sombres nuages de mai,
une feuille glisse sur ton visage.
Regarde-moi, regarde-moi, regarde-moi vainc ta peur etrange,
tapie au fond de toi, ferme tes yeux et entrouve moi ton coeur.
Look at me, overcome your strange fear deep down
within yourself, close your eyes and open your heart to me.
You didn't believe me, but what matters, wether you want it or not,
we threw a stone bridge between our two souls and the blood
that united us flows under the arch...
I'll be able to cross it when the time comes
and clear a way to your heart.
Under the dark clouds of November
a dead leaf slips over my cheek
and wipes my tears of sorrow, my tears of sorrow.
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