Tempête
Mist, the day breaks
Shadow and storm
It gets irritated
It, St Helen that knows its fever,
Says to it,
Dream of another dream, of an Elbe island
Your friend
It's your vigor, rush towards those
Who are loyal to you and then forget you!

In love
Count the battles that have hurt you
No more love
All the crews have dispersed
Poor love
I gather the pride that has hurt you
Oh! Love
Must your widow suffer for years
To love me

Eagle, the day rises
That celebrates you
It is so
It, St Helen rejoins the earth with the
"Damned"
"The ogre" lies beneath the surface, but in its pocket a
Heavy secret
It is him, the man who mixes
With rains of ash, who I liked

In love
Count the battles that have hurt you
No more love
All the crews have dispersed
Poor love
I gather the pride that has hurt you
Oh! Love
Must your widow suffer for years
To love me