Tempête

Mist, the day breaks,
Shadow and storm...
He's bored.
She, Saint Helen who knows his fever,
Tells him:
Dream of another dream, of an Elba island.
Your friend...
It's your sap, come to the one
Who's faithful to you and then forgets you!

In love
Count the battles that hurt you...
No more love
All crews have set sail.
Poor love
I gather your wounded pride...
Oh! Love
Must your mourning last for years.
To love me.

Eagle, the day rises
That celebrates you
It's like this.
She, the Beautiful Helen, joins the land of the
'Cursed'
'The ogre' lies beneath the bark, but in his pocket a...
Heavy secret
It's him, the man, who mixes
With the rains of ashes, that I loved