De T'Avoir Aimée

To have loved you, to love like a madman
Loved on my knees, much more than standing
To the point of not sleeping, to the point of not eating
What is left to me, from having loved you

To have loved you, from the soul and the eyes
To not forget, even the name of God
To only have, one name to cry
What is left to me, from having loved you

All that remains is my voice, suddenly without echo
All that remains is my fingers, grasping nothing
All that remains is my skin, searching for your hands
And above all, the fear of loving you again tomorrow
Almost dead

To have loved you, loved with pain
To tear myself apart, my stomach and heart
Until dying, until damning myself
What is left to me, from having loved you
I have nothing left, but a love
That you have just torn apart