Sitting in the dark, alone
in this wooden shack no one's own
outside blows northern wind
I trapped myself in, I was blind

In this dark, dark night
my only hope is this candle light
I can sense her close
she's right there ; in the shadows

The walls are holed, my hearth frozed
in perfect silence she rosed
she sat by my side, warming me up

romantic date with the lady of the death
she is so beatifull, I want to join her
I blew my candle in a last breath


La lune haute, le vent de novembre glacial.
Au creux de mon abris sombre, une bougie
Elle m’est une protection triviale
Mais sans elle sur ma porte serait écrit ci-***

Lumière si douce en temps de noirceur
Ma bougie agonisant près de mon noir cœur
Mon âme tu l’avais réduite en haillon
Les murs de ce sombre abri sont ma prison

Mon cœur est givré par le souffle d’un titan
Je la sens. Là! Dans le noir elle m’attend
D’un geste de main ; je l’invite à ma table

Calme, elle me rejoint dans un silence d’or
Tête à tête aux chandelles avec la mort
Avant que par amour je souffle ma bougie
the second part is the same poem its just the original version which sound better in my opinion

the african sky,
red and amber,
and sickly sweet,
send off the day,
in a inferno of sun and cloud.

the oranges and maroons,
caress my eyes,
and lull my mind
into a serene meditation.

and then i think of you,
and i remember how many times,
the fading light of day,
was something we shared.

and now,
the colours drain away,
and the cold crawls up my calves,
and the memories a bitter pill.

you stole this from me,
a love i had of a beatifull dusk.
a gift from the sky,
to envelop my senses.

you plundered something so sacred,
and engraved your name upon it.
so that i can only see you,
when the day draws closed.

you give and take,
you are a frantic tide.
a dark vacuum,
devouring my light.

and i let you.