Deuxieme Fois

If I falter
Straight into my deep suffering
If I swim
In a large glass that is empty
Notice well the solitude of my room
You will feel my strong
Suspicions of distress
So let this
Surge of anguish from my bottle flow
Because before dying it's better
To suffer a second time...

If I cross
My fingers on this shortage
Look closely at the tears
Flowing from my face
You will suddenly feel
The scent of my courage
And if this surge of anguish
Condemns me forever
Long before dying I will have to
Suffer a second time...

Notice well
The solitude of my room
You will feel my strong
Suspicions of distress
So let this
Surge of anguish from my bottle flow
Long before dying I will have to
Suffer a second time...