Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Au milieu des sepultures, artist - Dark Sanctuary. Album song Thoughts : 9 Years In The Sanctuary, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 25.03.2005
Record label: Projekt
Song language: French
Au milieu des sepultures(original) |
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, |
De sa triste sculpture idyllique. |
(Translation) |
(Amidst the Graves) |
(Music and Lyrics by Hylgaryss) |
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) |
(translation) |
The eternal sadness of an angel on earth, |
Great fountains of tears flowing endlessly, |
The black eyes of this being, staring at the stone, |
Fallen from a sculpture during the night. |
Hell has gently touched our ground, |
But of death he is so weary, |
That even heaven desolates him, |
Die for this ice empire? |
With roses is covered the tomb, |
That the melancholy angel will trample, |
His hand still resting on the crib, |
From his sad idyllic sculpture. |
(Translation) |
(Amidst the Graves) |
(Music and Lyrics by Hylgaryss) |
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) |