Dernier Lit [English translation]

Stretched out on her dreamer's bed, she smiles

The old woman who used to be flirtatious is losing life

Tonight is surely her last bed

Tomorrow will surely be without her

Death whispers to her of being in lace

Of good omens for eternity

Death whispers his chorus to her

She falls asleep, a white glass of absinthe in her hand

Her lover expects her absence tomorrow

Tonight is surely her last bed

Tomorrow will surely be without her

Death whispers to her "You are so beautiful"

In the name of the Father, and the Holy Spirit

Close your eyes and join the night