La mort

Who is this woman walking the streets?
Where is she going?
In the foggy night where an icy winter blows
What is she doing?
Hidden by a large silk scarf
We can barely see the shape of his face
The city is a white desert
That she crosses like a shadow
Unreal

Who is this woman walking the streets?
Who is she?
At what mysterious love date
Is she surrendering?
She just entered under a porch
And, slowly, takes the stairs
Where is she going?
A door opened
She came in without knocking
In front of her

A man is lying on a large bed
He said to her: I will wait for you, my cruel one
In the room where nothing moves
She drew the curtains
On a red silk cushion
She put down her coat
And, beautiful as a bride
In her long white dress
In lace
She leaned over him, who seemed amazed
What does she say?

She went back up the stairs, she went out into the streets
Where is this woman in lace going?
Who is this woman?
She is beautiful
She is the last bride
The one who comes without being called
The faithful
She is the wife of the last hour
The one who comes when we cry
The cruel one

It's death, death walking the streets
Beware
Close your windows tightly
May she never enter your house
This woman is death
Death, death, death