(A Better Version of Sadness):

Soon black and soon gray,
The paths that lead to paradise.
I will take the twists and turns to Hell.
I close my eyes and turn off the light

Demons, dragonflies,
will-o-the-wisps, drops of gold
The face of the angel of death
is outline in the dead nature
of my reflection

It is Friday in my heart
The last for him who claims to be a claustrophobe.
You feel the same as me I hope.
We have in our chests a nuclear bomb.

Me and my friends work hard
to drown the pain and boredom.
In our drunken times we forge
a better version of sadness.


of sadness, of sadness.

It is the lycanthrope’s ball.
Don’t change, stay a polymorph.
It is your turn, make a vow
Draw a picture of me as you wish.

On my hand, a smear of ink.
A telephone alphabet.
I let the mystery remain ambiguous.
In the hopes that it will crash far
from the Earth.

Chorus 2x

Lyrics submitted by deaffromsilence

Une Version Améliorée de la Tristesse (English Translation) song meanings
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