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Translation
Night 17 to 52
There, from night 17 to 22, we were there
You, lying back, untied from cold ornaments
You, lying back, untied from cold ornaments
Me, in a rage that did not resemble me
Night 50, I forced blood and faith
Night 50, I forced blood and faith
I want it open, so cut it open
Cut it open so you could see through it
And now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through
I believe
That the number fights to be remembered
And I already hate
The miserable night 53
Night 52, you seemed so threatened
Eager for winds that scattered
Eager for winds that scattered
30, its perfect obscurity is your revenge
At daybreak, the horizon tilts
At daybreak, the horizon tilts
You want it open, so I cut it open
Cut it open for you to see through me
And now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through
I believe
That the number fights to be remembered
And I already hate
The miserable night 53
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Christine and the Queens: Top 3
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| 2. | Paradis perdus |
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