Une prire lointaine que porte le vent du soir
Anime les feuilles dans leur danse alanguie.
C'est le chant des vieux arbres entonn pour toi,
Pour ces bois obscurs maintenant endormis.
Sans nous attendre tant de saisons ont pass;
Les feuilles dores s'en allant mourir terre
Renatront un jour sous un ciel radieux,
Mais notre monde rod restera le mme
Et demain toi et moi serons partis.
[English translation:]
Another Time
A distant prayer, carried by the evening wind
Enlivens leaves in their languid dance.
Hear the song of the old trees, singing for you
For the dark, resting woods.
So many seasons have passed; they did not wait.
The golden leaves dying on the ground
Will be reborn under bright skies
As this weatherworn world remains the same,
And tomorrow, you and I will be gone.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
