Lyrics:
Hymne An Die Nacht

I herd the trailing garments of the night sweep through her marble halls; I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light from the celestial walls I felt

J'pense qu't'es d'mauvais poil Je retourne dans mon cauchemar La tete sous les draps Une musique bizarre Le rythme de tes pas Je chante l'hymne

I herd the trailing garments of the night sweep through her marble halls; I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light from the celestial walls I felt