Saint Etienne - Reserection Lyrics
Et cest alors / que supposement blesse /Par le commun des mortels /Quen habit pourpre et net /De mes cendres fiction. /Pour lencore inconnu(e), / attendu(e): /Je reserecte encore et encore. /Pour toi, / je reserecte encore et encore.[here is a translation into english by lisa munns (thanks, lisa) who disclaims: these are not word-for-word, in some cases a little of my own interpretation has been added. Ive tried to make them make sense as much as is possible.]And it is then, that supposedly injuredBy ordinary mortalsDressed in purple and clearOf my fictitious ashesOnce more, unknown, expected:I will rise againFor you, I will rise again and again.