"et on s'aimera encore, lorsque l'amour sera mort"

Im still breathing, ashes of air, running trough my blood, and whispering your words: it's over, from this moment,there's no "us" anymore.

Bitterly I'm wearing my piece of meat that refuses to take our heart's shape again. And I'm scratching her, and I'd like to see her burning, piece by piece, in that fire born in February.. But she's not listening to me.. she's not listening to me anymore, when I'm telling her: reborn,oh sinful heart, and do feel again! She's struggling in that morsel of time between yesterday and today. She's accepting it, and denying it as well.
She sees you, feels you and calls you. But you.. you're not coming anymore. And it hurts, oh how it hurts!

I've imagined you the man I was going to spend my life with. And if our love was only a lie, it was ours, and we've built it. And if a lie was our love, I shall need no truth!

Lethargy. Turn out from my chest, oh heart, and howl your pain! You should go away from me, oh foolish heart, cause you don't belong to me anymore: you've got his shape, and my blood's whispering his voice..