Jours étranges [English translation]

Like a "fin de siecle"* sun,

Setting in your arms,

I may leave tomorrow,

If you come with me.

Come, let's leave,

It's a beautiful evening to die,

And if your hand shivers,

Know that we just have to leave.

I will kill my father,

No, I'm not an angel,

If one must touch the light,

In these strange days.

We will see, in the moonlight,

See if the devil would like a dance,

If in our eyes burns the scum

Of these flaming oceans.

Since here, gods damned us,

In the name of whom,

In the name of what?

Come find peace

I will kill my father,

No, I'm not an angel,

If one must touch the light,

In these strange days.

Like a "fin de siecle" sun,

Setting in your arms,

I may leave tomorrow,

If you come with me

If you come with me

I may leave tomorrow,

If you come with me