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)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 nightHell 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)
