Je Dors Sur Les Roses

Too much noise
For too many nights that think
When the absence waltzes
In this ball
Your silence is a painful scream
I imagine
Your face on the shadows
The dark memories
Assassinate me

I sleep on roses that mark my cross
The pain imposes itself but I dare not
Miss you
In my nights
In the rain
In the laughter
In the worst of my life

Too much noise
For my mind that sways
On my bloodless dreams
Funny dance
Memory is a well of suffering
Above
Your forbidden body
My love, hanged
Swings

I sleep on roses that mark my cross
The pain imposes itself but I dare not
Touch the things that bloom without you
Oh! My rose, do not wither
I miss you
In my nights
In the rain
In the laughter
In the worst of my life

Oooh! Oooh, oh!
Oooh! Oooh, oh!

I hate the roses as much as my sobs
Life imposes itself, I believe once again
To my deceased dreams
I finally want
To dare the fever
Of the scent
Of roses!