Verse 1) Far from the sonnet, its haughty and closed form, This song rises, A soft [Repeat] And mournful lament. [Echoing] In brief stanzas , my soul settles, Like an echo on The threshold of dawn and shadow. (Chorus) Funeral oblivion, which spreads in the soul, The Styx murmurs a sepulchral refrain. The extinguished voices of a departed love, In nothingness, seek a distant path. (Verse 2) These sung words, funereal orations, Fly away slowly, towards the icy horizon. Grief engraves its visions in them, Of a memory forever erased. (Chorus) Funeral oblivion, which spreads in the soul, The Styx murmurs a sepulchral refrain. The faded voices, of a departed love, In nothingness, seek a distant path. [Outro] Thus ends this song, slow and profound, Where the shadow dances with the word "deceased." In the silence, the echo responds, To the sadness of a love gone by. [Spoken in French] Ainsi s'achève ce chant, lent et profond, Où l'ombre danse avec le mot "défunt", dans le silence, l'écho répond, À la tristesse d'un amour enfui. [END]
