La petite mort [English translation]

A breathless moment

On a late summer evening

The angels have left

And their faces stained white

I think it's too late

To admit to you that I hurt

To my dying heart

And my memories stained white

If you lose me, know that I'm yours

And in the hollow of its arms, death will sooth us

Because if you lose me,

it is only to remain yours

And in the hollow of its arms, death will sooth us

The rain pours onto my temples

The lightning shall speak of your fall

Nestled against my life

Your laughter echoes and then fades

I think it's too late

To tell you that it hurts

My heart is not like before

For it falls quietly asleep

• Artist:Cœur de pirate
• Album:Blonde