Valse

Et un, deux, trois dans l'arrière-plan...

  Un, deux, trois... 

Is the rhythm you've taken my heart in, 

With well-balanced words 

And now I feel 

Your true pulse. 

  Un, deux, trois... 

The whispers you suffocated me with, 

The traitor words you've poured into my being

Now I try to fit

As you sing... 

(In the background, for me...)

  Un, deux, trois... 

The moments you made me think I control you, 

With carefully chosen syllabes departing from your mouth

And now I see through

You fake layout. 

  Un, deux, trois... 

All the grief and unsure me you left behind

As a spider is consuming what I am and what I can

Now I'm not anymore in your mind

All I have is this pen... 

  And 

  Un, deux, trois, 

The steps you summoned me with

The invisible web

In which I, now, sit, 

  Un, deux, trois... 

Un marche funèbre... 

For my death.