DeuxièMe Fois.

If I stall
straight into my deep pain
If I swim
in an empty glass
notice well the loneliness of my room
tou'll feel my strong suspicions of distress
so let this wave of anguish burst from my bottle
because before dying it's better
to suffer a second time...

If I cross
my fingers on this shortage
look closely at the tears running down my face
you'll suddenly feel the scent of my courage
and if this wave of anguish condemns me forever
long before dying I'll have to
suffer a second time...

notice well the loneliness of my room
tou'll feel my strong suspicions of distress
so let this wave of anguish burst from my bottle
long before dying I'll have to
suffer a second time...