Translation of the song lyrics L'ombre triste - Dark Sanctuary

L'ombre triste (original)

Les ailes collées par ton sang au pavé
Et le jour qui éclaire ton spectre écrasé
Parfois tu me fais peur, tu me fais voir
La mort au fond de l’abîme, au milieu de la rue
Tu ressembles à cette feuille de papier
Lisse comme le ciel, un beau jour d'été
Mais un peu de sang colle ta peau au pavé
Et j’ai peur, et j’ai froid, c’est ma mort, c’est ta mort que je vois
Ils ont écrasé ta tête et ton coeur
Ils t’ont tout volé, pauvre spectre écrasé
J’ai envie de pleurer;
pourtant je ne t’aime pas
The wings stuck on the pavement by your blood
And the day which enlightens your crushed spectre
Sometimes you frighten me, you make me see death
In the depths of the abyss, in the middle of the street
You look like this paper sheet
Smooth like the sky in a beautiful summer day
But a small amount of your blood is stuck on the pavement
And I’m frightened, and I’m cold / It’s my death, it’s your death I behold
They crushed your head and your heart
They stole you everything, poor crushed spectre
I need to cry though I don’t love you

L'ombre triste (translation)

The wings glued by your blood to the pavement
And the day that illuminates your crushed specter
Sometimes you scare me, you make me see
Death at the bottom of the abyss, in the middle of the street
You look like this piece of paper
Smooth as the sky on a bright summer day
But a little blood sticks your skin to the pavement
And I'm scared, and I'm cold, it's my death, it's your death that I see
They crushed your head and your heart
They stole everything from you, poor crushed ghost
I want to cry;
yet I don't love you
The wings stuck on the pavement by your blood
And the day which enlightens your crushed specter
Sometimes you frighten me, you make me see death
In the depths of the abyss, in the middle of the street
You look like this paper sheet
Smooth like the sky in a beautiful summer day
But a small amount of your blood is stuck on the pavement
And I'm frightened, and I'm cold / It's my death, it's your death I behold
They crushed your head and your heart
They stole you everything, poor crushed specter
I need to cry though I don't love you