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
C´est 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.
Submitted By: cindy figueroa/ eon keys mx
