Текст песни Шарль Бодлер - Посмертные угрызения

When you go to sleep, the dusk grave
And black mausoleum erected over you;
When, beautiful, only ditch Yes, the crypt is sad
Replace your alkali and lush castle;

When the grave stove without regret
Gives a timby, ramp breast,
So that the last beat froze in the heart,
So that the legs superedly interrupted the slippery path:

Then in the quiet nights without sleep and without a lumen
Let you whisper the grave plate,
One worthy of the poet:

"Your empty life is disgracefully lived;
The fact that the dead are sobbing, you did not know! "
You will expire to the worm, like remorse.