Et tournoie [English translation]

I hear of your funeral

With my brain fighting

You want yourself liquid

Jumping jack translucent

But you couldn't change nothing

On the dark side, it's my shadow

Fading in eternity

And the stars are made of ashes

Your inner phantome

Confronts your hours

Ducking assassin

Your worst enemy

You want to get rid of yourself

But your life makes others want it

You already love your son

And the stars rise

Put on your soul of light

And turn and turn

Put on your clothes of mystery

And turn and turn

Under your soul bitter complaints

Dress it, give it

Put on your soul of light

Inside everything's is just missing

Your crystal heart

Breaks for the smallest outburst

Of laughter or tears

What do the dice mean to the dead

The sun, your emblem

Is taken from you

Just for eternity