Tempête
Mist, the day breaks
Shadow and storm...
It gets irritated.
It, St. Helen that knows its fever,
Says to it,
Dream of another dream, of an Elbe island
Your friend...
It's your vigor, rush towards those
Who are loyal to you and then forget you!

In love
Count the battles that have hurt you...
No more love
All the crews have dispersed.
Poor love
I gather the pride that has hurt you...
Oh! Love
Must your widow suffer for years.
To love me

Eagle, the day rises
That celebrates you
It is so.
It, St. Helen rejoins the earth with the
"Damned"
"The ogre" lies beneath the surface, but in its pocket a...
Heavy secret
It is him, the man who mixes
With rains of ash, who I liked.

In love
Count the battles that have hurt you...
No more love
All the crews have dispersed.
Poor love
I gather the pride that has hurt you...
Oh! Love
Must your widow suffer for years.
To love me

Send "Têmpete - Engelsk Verision!" Ringtone to your Cell