L'ange blessé [English translation]

For our dreams (that fell from the heavens) (flabbergasted)

Drowned in the rain of lost time

Our icy hearts that break

Of wars, so weary, so weary

I pray to the gods, me who doesn't believe in anyone

I pray to the gods yet believe in this man

For this wounded angel

I pray to heaven

Give him back his wings

For our bloodied souls

Having found

At the treshold of our lives

closed doors

For us, poor fools

Is there a life

Even before death?

I pray to the gods, me who doesn't believe in anyone

I pray to the gods yet believe in this man

For this wounded angel

I pray to heaven

Give him back his wings

I pray to the gods, me, who believes in nothing

I pray to the gods to reach out a hand

For this angel, almost dead, I implore you all

For he loves still(again)

He loves still(again)

For he loves still(again)

He loves me still(again), still(again), still(again), still(again)