A Torrent Of Fears-Penumbra

As a sad face Sailing and slides In a bright ocean Pursing a kind life Under a flapping rain Of steam of mist And in this bar He fails and drinks And in this burning Alcohol he sinks down Forgetting his misfortune, His anxiety and his fear Il entre dans l＇all?e royale, D?fie ses sujets, prend la timbale d＇or Le sceptre et la couronne, Il se sert, se bat et ordonne Flames are falling in his brain Of enlightened madman. Et maintenant il entre dans la danse des si?cles, Et d＇un pouvoir immense, il r?gne sur tous ces esprits Tremblants au regard si vide, pauvre peuple oubli? Dans sa folie de l＇ordre qui le m?ne ? la mort, Telle une horde avan?ant, g?missante, Se heurtant et ? coups de poings, s＇entretuant. From a leftover smoke from a candle put out A torrent of fears shakes him despite his laugh that rings As an old bell out of tune and empty in the whistling wind