Je veux mourir un dimanche
au premier frisson du printemps
sous le grand soleil de satan
Je veux mourir sans frayeur
mon dieu,dans un sommeil de plomb
je veux mourir les yeux ouverts
aller au ciel,comme un mendiant
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To Disturb the Stones
I want my eyes in your eyes
I want my voice in your ear
I want your hands fresh wind
I still want to love evil
The evil of all that is wonderful
I still want to burn douc'ment
Walk close to the sun
And I want to disturb the stones
Changing the face of my nights
Make your skin to mystery
And the time I make it my business
I want your laughter in my mouth
I want to shake your shoulders
I want to tenderly aground
A paradise lost
I want to find my double
I want the origin of the disorder
I want to caress the unknown
And I want to disturb the stones
Changing the face of my nights
Make your skin to mystery
And the time I make it my business
I want to die on a Sunday
In the first thrill of spring
Under the Great Sun of Satan
I want to die without fear
Melted into a deep sleep
I want to die with open eyes
Nose to the heaven like a beggar
And I want to disturb the stones
Changing the facee of my nights
Make your skin to mystery
And the time I make it my business
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