Nuit 17 à 52 [English translation]

There, from night 17 to 22, we were there

You, lying back, untied from cold ornaments

You, lying back, untied from cold ornaments

Me, in a rage that did not resemble me

Night 50, I forced blood and faith

Night 50, I forced blood and faith

I want it open, so cut it open

Cut it open so you could see through it

And now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through

I believe

That the number fights to be remembered

And I already hate

The miserable night 53

Night 52, you seemed so threatened

Eager for winds that scattered

Eager for winds that scattered

30, its perfect obscurity is your revenge

At daybreak, the horizon tilts

At daybreak, the horizon tilts

You want it open, so I cut it open

Cut it open for you to see through me

And now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through

I believe

That the number fights to be remembered

And I already hate

The miserable night 53