Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nostradamus , by - Alphaville. Song from the album Dreamscapes Revisited, in the genre ЭлектроникаRelease date: 27.02.2006
Record label: Navigator Records
Song language: French
Nostradamus(original) |
| Estant assis de nuict secret estude |
| Seul reposé sur la selle d’aerain: |
| Flambe exigue sortant de sollitude |
| Fait prospérer qui n’est à croire vain |
| La verge en main mise au milieu de branches |
| De l’onde il moulle & le limbe & le pied: |
| Un peur & voix fremissent par les manches: |
| Splendeur divine. |
| le divin pres s’assied |
| Le regne humain d’angelique geniture |
| Fera son regne paix union tenir: |
| Captive guerre demy de sa closture |
| Long temps la paix leur fera maintenir |
| En la frontiere de caussade & charlus |
| Non guieres loing du fond de la vallee |
| De ville franche musique à son de luths |
| Environnez combouls & grand mittee |
| Avant long temps le tout sera rangé |
| Nous esperons un siecle bien senestre: |
| L’estat des masques & des seuls bien changé |
| Peu trouveront qu'à son rang vueille estre |
| Le prochain fils de l’aisnier parviendra |
| Tant eslevé iusqu’au regne des fors: |
| Son aspre gloire un chacun la craindra |
| Mais ses enfans du regne gettez hors |
| Le regne humain d’angelique geniture. |
| (translation) |
| Sitting secretly studying by night |
| Alone resting on the aerial saddle: |
| Cramped Flambe Emerging from Solitude |
| Makes prosper which is not to be believed in vain |
| Rod in hand set among branches |
| From the wave it molds & the limb & the foot: |
| A fear & voice quivers through the sleeves: |
| Divine Splendor. |
| the divine near sits |
| The human kingdom of angelique geniture |
| Will make his reign peace union hold: |
| Captive war demy of her enclosure |
| Long time peace will cause them to maintain |
| On the border of Caussade & Charlus |
| Not far from the bottom of the valley |
| From frank city music to the sound of lutes |
| Around Combouls & Grand Mitee |
| Before long everything will be tidied up |
| We hope for a very sinister century: |
| The state of the masks & the only ones has changed a lot |
| Few will find that at his rank sees to be |
| The next son of the aisnier will reach |
| As high as the kingdom of the fortresses: |
| Her bitter glory everyone will fear her |
| But his children of the kingdom get out |
| The human kingdom of angelic geniture. |