The life is a punishment,
A succession of discomfort,
Where the love is to only appear
And happiness that illusion...
I wander among the alive ones,
My spirit is only turbid persistent,
My body died,
It's not that sad blow dealt by fate...
Because I'm not any more me,
Because the life turned me the back,
Because my heart is in agitation,
Because I carry a heavy burden...
Time had just left,
To start to run,
Without me to turn over on the past,
Of finally living this so much dreamed life...
Always to dream,imagine,
Such an amount of wasted force,
Of smiling torn off,
When it came time to be turned over...
But,which is of which brutal return?
Just a disillusion...
Then,I plunge myself in my songs,
And I write...I write until making disappear the evil...
It's thought that it was gone from there,
But it always remains to carry,
I manage to touch it,to speak it,
It's my intimacy...
Will one leave day?
Would I sometimes happen at me to disencumber some?
Yes...when all ceases,
When I hear:good voyage my beloved...
A succession of discomfort,
Where the love is to only appear
And happiness that illusion...
I wander among the alive ones,
My spirit is only turbid persistent,
My body died,
It's not that sad blow dealt by fate...
Because I'm not any more me,
Because the life turned me the back,
Because my heart is in agitation,
Because I carry a heavy burden...
Time had just left,
To start to run,
Without me to turn over on the past,
Of finally living this so much dreamed life...
Always to dream,imagine,
Such an amount of wasted force,
Of smiling torn off,
When it came time to be turned over...
But,which is of which brutal return?
Just a disillusion...
Then,I plunge myself in my songs,
And I write...I write until making disappear the evil...
It's thought that it was gone from there,
But it always remains to carry,
I manage to touch it,to speak it,
It's my intimacy...
Will one leave day?
Would I sometimes happen at me to disencumber some?
Yes...when all ceases,
When I hear:good voyage my beloved...
