C'est un univers morne à l'horizon plombé,
Où nagent dans la nuit l'horreur et le blasphème;**
alone I wander through asphalt reign
drinking my own tears
where only torment reminds me
I still keep my life
so I submerge into the darkest regions
of horror and pain
silent screams surround concrete veins
sounds of forgotten heartaches
crumble a thousand days
where irremediable flows time
no more self betrayals
shall surpass within the mind
for I walk through these lands
losing all but not my dreams
Cest un pays plus nu que la terre polaire
nI bêtes, nI rousseaux, nI verdure, nI bois. **
alone I wander through asphalt reign
drinking my own tears
where only torment reminds me
I still keep my life
stand immersed in gray
though dull and stained
we shall plead for freedom
and light the paradise of our dreams.
** Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du mal.
