L'ange blessé

For our dreams that fall from the sky
Drowned in the rain of lost time
Our hearts of ice that shatter
From wars so weary, so weary

I pray to the gods, I who believe in no one
I pray to the gods yet to believe in this man
For this wounded angel
I pray to the heavens
To give him back his wings

For our battered souls
Having found
At the threshold of our lives
Closed doors
For us poor fools
Is there a life
Still before death

I pray to the gods, I who believe in no one
I pray to the gods yet to believe in this man
For this wounded angel
I pray to the heavens
To give him back his wings

I pray to the gods, I who believe in nothing
I pray to the gods to reach out to him
For this angel almost dead, I implore you
So he can love again
So he can love again
So he can love again
So he can love me again, again, again, again