Blessé means hurt, not blessed

There was a time when stone was alive, when flesh and bone were one, when nothing visible really was real. When no-one could keep track of time but ghosts, because only when life is lost you understand the cost of springtime sunshine and winter frost. 

 

Leurs yeux vides comme des boules d'ombre

Leurs têtes pleines comme des mondes de feux

 

An ancient Elephant

Made of thunder and clouds

Wanders through the sky

His track is made of doubts

A star is blinking in his eye

 

There are eyes

punches

can't turn black

 

Crushed under the beats

of your heart of stone

A beast in the shadow

Empties souls to the bone

 

If I was the night

and you were the day

I'd see your last light

You'd fade me away