a short site about The Divine Comedy

French version

Three Sisters

Original version (4:42)

This Autumn breeze
Shall strip the trees
And freeze me to the bone.
Why must these
Three sisters tease
Their lonely brother so?

Knowledge is a curse
But ignorance is worse,
I fear.
Would you agree my dear?
I have watched you grow
From the same seed as my own shall grow.
And they will never know

How this autumn breeze
Can strip the trees
And freeze me to the bone.
Why must these
Three sisters tease
Their lonely brother so?
I don’t know,
I don’t know.

Pleasure is a sin
And abstinence shall win
This day
And that’s the way it’s gonna stay.
Black Parisian lace,
Your salvation, my disgrace.
My God! Where did you go wrong?

And this autumn breeze
Shall strip the trees
And freeze me to the bone.
Oh, why must these
Three sisters tease
Their lonely brother so?
I don’t know,

I don’t know if I can
Stop my eyes from
Drifting slowly
Over holy
Temples of the
Soul.
No self-
Control!

That autumn chill
Is with me still.