I turn around a last time in this big sinister street, my god

The fog insmoothes the tear that slowly drifts down along your

Cheak. From the windows, dull and dirty, dozens of white and

Macabre looks scrutinize us as if it was to announce that this

Time will be the last...

And I think of you again, crouched on myself, where the drops

Of sad water of an october rain trickle on my face, I think of

This langorous smile again, more precious than your nudity

This carnal smile, ecstatic, that projects me for an instant

Again in a fantastic whirl of desolation

I'm the angel of desolation, the angel of my own loss, the

Angel of a shattered life on the wild flanks of a smile

And I pour a thin and sad tear that shatters itself in a thou-

Sand pieces on the streets from where your look haunts and

Kill me

(Forget me), ravage me and kill me. Oh drink my life in a

Carnal impulse of desire, dream and fly me away on the peak of

Despair, because I'm the angel of desolation

Yes, I'm...