After a dawn weakened by my melancholy   After a sad day covered by the threatening clouds   The sunset sheds its sorrow on the fields   Like a river which takes its spring in the marshes of war   Or close to the ocean with the multiple blood reflections      There where the sun sinks and dies   I run on the hills but the red sphere   Escapes once again!      So the colour of joy disappears   Sorrow comes towards me      Just a small door is opened   In the immensity of the heavy skies   Which lets in at last some rays of dim light      But this lone door closes alas!   Hunting thus the slightest hope   And on my trickling face   The bloody god leaves slowly   Each tears of my life flows at night   In my melancholy