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Is it the north wind that screeches in the night?

Is it the time that takes you by surprise?

The hanged one mutters a sigh, deaf to the north winds

At midnight the moon glistens in the sky

Like a shield banner strewn with bees

I heard a harmony that haunts my sleep,

A murmur, the saddest voice.

Like a face, burned like wax at a candle's end.

The bell tolls from the walls of the city under the horizon

And the corpse of the hanged one is reddened by the sun

I heard a harmony that haunts my sleep,

A murmur, the saddest voice.

At midnight the moon glistens like a banner strewn with bees.

You are not the only one to feel this cold

You are not the only one to shiver as your body grows cold.

You're getting older and you are not the only one

Time will take you away from me

So turn your sail against the world.