The Sleep by Eugène Carrière

I’m fed up of putting my life on the line
for things that only pretend to be mine.

How weak is my lovelorn heart,
it’s been a long year of one after another fresh start

and I don’t know how many soulmates
I can bear to lose, now.

Is it such a crime to believe and to chase?
To long for a safe and quiet place?

Sometimes sitting in the darkness of winter
and waiting for a sign, a letter

is fine too. It’s okay to hope even when the light
has gone. Without it I wouldn’t be alive.

But still I wait.
I don’t mind that it’s getting late.

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I’m icy like winter
because he’s turned me mean and bitter
scared of darkness
petrified, I’ll confess
thinking of your hand in mine that night
because if you ever let go, I’ll die.
and then there’s noise all around
we’re shouting and we can’t hear a sound
so I grab your face and I kiss you
and you do it, too.
this lighting is awful but you’re beautiful,
handsome as ever, I promise you.
I can’t trust anyone, can’t trust the thrill
I feel in my guts when you’re around still
but I promise I’ll tone down the cynicism
and the scepticism.
You have to understand that
he shaped me into this monster,
ferocious and blind with hunger
baring her teeth and claws
at anyone who’ll dare getting close.

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Si seulement tu savais
combien mes peines
toujours vers toi
me ramènent

Si seulement je n’avais jamais senti à ce moment
ta douce peau,
et ton regard brûlant
qui me déshabille jusqu’à l’os

Si seulement je pouvais t’avouer
que sous son corps,
ses douces mains, et malgré sa beauté
je ne voulais que toi, encore

Si seulement je pouvais t’avoir
te toucher, te revoir
te retrouver, accompagnée
de mon pauvre cœur anéanti et brisé

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Now is the time when I stand in the dirt
barefoot, vulnerable, hurt
I know the way up your stairs by heart
you’ve played your last card.

Look at me. Look at what you’ve done.

Yes, it was beautiful when we were in bed,
Looking into life wide-eyed
when we should have…

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