Temps plus vieux [English translation]

It goes to show

That the angel that's leans on me

Soon will leave

Will leave

He lets me have one last dance

On my mounth on last kiss

Before me gasping

Me gasping

The weather is stormy

To others the sky is blue

To others the beautiful mirage

Olden times

Soon the clouds came down

We laughed at our broken dreams

As there will not be more

Lost effort

Soon the fall from the pedestal

The ego will make us the same

Soon humility

Humility

The weather is stormy

To others the sky is blue

To others the beautiful mirage

Olden times

Like the wrinkles in the mirror

We will be prettier in the dark

Free we can be

Without showing

As life is short the life in front

we will love it if only

if we had known

yes before

That the weather is stormy

To others the sky is blue

To others the beautiful mirage

Olden times

It goes to show

My heart such a beautiful adventurer

Will soon release me

Release me

That he will grant me a last chance

To kiss your mouth one last time

before dying out

If it will let me

Blow on the clouds

That I see the blue sky

And pray for a the beautiful mirage

My body a bit

Time to pack

Goodbye my angel, goodbye

We are just passing by

Olden times.