Butterfly
J'avance froidement
Les yeux derrière la tête haute
Laissant le temps
Anesthésier mes peines
Paysages sans saveur
Soleil blanc et froid
Il suffit d'un rien
Pour écraser mes joies
J'avance péniblement vers des horizons lointains
Le cœur indifférent, lourd, rongé par le chagrin
Trauma! Torpeur! Dégoût! Accéléreront ma chute!
Tristesse! Douleur! Partout! Tu hanteras mes jours!
Oh, it is me
And I cry
For what I could be
Shall I kill myself?
Leave no trace
Life is killing me
Get me out!
Oh, it was me
And I cried
For what I should have been
Butterfly
I move coldly
Eyes held high
Letting time
Numb my sorrows
Flavorless landscapes
White and cold sun
It takes just a little
To crush my joys
I move painfully towards distant horizons
The heart indifferent, heavy, gnawed by grief
Trauma! Torpor! Disgust! Will hasten my fall!
Sadness! Pain! Everywhere! You will haunt my days!
Oh, it is me
And I cry
For what I could be
Should I off myself?
Leave no mark
Life is killing me
Get me out!
Oh, it was me
And I cried
For what I should have been