Au milieu des sepultures

La tristesse éternelle d'un ange sur la terre,
 De grandes fontaines de larmes coulant à l'infini,
 Les yeux noirs de cet être, fixant la pierre,
 Tombée d'une sculpture durant la nuit.
 L'enfer a doucement touché notre sol,
 Mais de la mort il est si las,
 Que même le paradis le désole,
 Mourir pour cet empire de glace?
 De roses est recouvert le tombeau,
 Que foulera l'ange mélancolique,
 Sa main encore posée sur le berceau,
 De sa triste sculpture idyllique.
 (Translation)
 (Amidst the Graves)
 The eternal sadness of an angel on earth
 Huge fountains of tears flowing eternally
 The black eyes of this being staring at the piece of stone
 Fallen from a sculpture in the night
 Hell has softly touched the ground
 But of Death he is so tired
 That even Paradise makes him sad
 Am I to die for that frozen empire?
 Roses cover the tomb
 That shall be trodden by the melancholic angel
 His hand still on the cradle
 Of its sad idyllic sculpture.
 (Translated from french by Pandora)