Текст и перевод песни Christine and the Queens - Nuit 17 à 52

Nuit 17 à 52

La nuit 17 à 22 nous étions là
Toi allongé, délié d'ornements froids
Toi allongé, délié d'ornements froids
Moi, dans une colère qui ne me ressemblait pas
Nuit 50 j'ai forcé le sang et la foi
Nuit 50 j'ai forcé le sang et la foi
I want it open, so cut it open
Cut it open so you could see through it
And now I'm less like
Now I'm less like
Now I'm less like for the rain to come through
Je crois que le nombre lutte contre l'oubli
Et je hais déjà la triste nuit 53
Nuit 52, tu paraissais si menacée
Avide des vents qui venaient disperser
Avide des vents qui venaient disperser
30, sa parfaite obscurité est ta revanche
Au petit matin c'est l'horizon qui penche
Au petit matin c'est l'horizon qui penche
I want it open, so cut it open
Cut it open so you could see through me
And now I'm less like
Now I'm less like
Now I'm less like for the rain to come through
Je crois que le nombre lutte contre l'oubli
Et je hais déjà la triste nuit 53
Je crois que le nombre lutte contre l'oubli
Et je hais déjà la triste nuit 53

Night 17 at 52

Night 17 to 22 we were there
You lying, unbound by cold ornaments
You lying, unbound by cold ornaments
Me, in a rage that didn't resemble me
Night 50 I forced the blood and the faith
Night 50 I forced the blood and the faith
I want it open, so cut it open
Cut it open so you could see through it
And now I'm less like
Now I'm less like
Now I'm less like for the rain to come through
I believe that the number fights against oblivion
And I already hate sad night 53
Night 52, you seemed so threatened
Eager for the winds that came to scatter
Eager for the winds that came to scatter
30, its perfect darkness is your revenge
In the early morning the horizon leans
At dawn, the horizon leans
I want it open, so cut it open
Cut it open, so you could see through me
And now I'm less like
Now I'm less like
Now I'm less like for the rain to come through
I believe that the number fights against oblivion
And I already hate sad night 53
I believe that the number fights against oblivion
And I already hate sad night 53