Nuit 17 à 52 [English translation]

Here, from night 17 to 22 we were here

You, stretched out, untied from your cold decorations

You, stretched out, untied from your cold decorations

Me, in a rage that didn't seem like me

Night 50, I forced the blood and the faith

Night 50, I forced the blood and the 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 numbers are fighting off oblivion

And I already hate

The miserable night 53

Night 52, you seemed so intimidated

Hungry for the winds that just dispersed

Hungry for the winds that just dispersed

30, its perfect obscurity is your revenge

In the early morning, it's the horizon that tilts

In the early morning, it's the horizon that 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 numbers are fighting off oblivion

And I already hate

The miserable night 53