This night, life is hanging heavily in me
As an oppressing burden
Repugnant by her irony of intoxicating happiness
Irritating by her provoking cynicism
As she attempts to atone
For the little strength that remains to me
The last hopes, the last ethereal visions
The past times and those to come
Those who have never been and shall not be
Those who haunt me night and day
Those who try to reach but always elude
In a blurred vanescence
As the water we would like to seize, he glides
Vanishes in a sheaf of a hara**ing ridicule
The dread is his most favourite mean
The anguish a terrible use
The despair his most devoted companion
In the darkness where he likes to initiate me painfully
Where the dreams vanish slowly
And where the infinity of the naught comes to me
I feel it so close to me
It kisses me like a loving curse mistress
And it's breath of chrysanthemums exhales me
The sweet fragrance of a unique j ourney...
Without retum