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Translation
Little death
In the breathless space
Of a late summer evening
The angels left first
And their faces stained of white
I think that it's too late
To admit to you that I'm hurting
With my dying heart
And my memories stained of white
If they lose me, know that I will be yours
And in the depths of [his/her/their] arms, death will cradle us
Because if they lose me,
It's only so I remain yours
And in the depths of [his/her/their] arms, death with cradle us
The rain runs down my temples
The lightning sings your descent
Snuggled up against my life
Your laugh resonates and then it flees
I believe that it's too late
To admit to you that it hurts
My heart is no longer like before
Because it is softly falling asleep
astropuke✕
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About translator
Translations that refer to “ses bras” as “his arms” are flawed, because “ses” is gender-neutral; this word can mean his, her, their, or its depending on the subject, but there are no context clues within the song pointing to who (or what) exactly the arms (“bras”) belong to.