For her the step of ballerinas,

For me the black flight of ravens.

For her the turquoise of swimming pools,

For me the rust of bars.

 

I gave ten years of my life

For her eyes as clear as water.

I have never seen ballerinas

Upon dungeons’ straw.

 

At her home the leather of limousines,

And mutes of pianos,

And at my home the noise of canteens,

The hangmen’s breath.

 

I gave ten years of my life

For her eyes clear as water.

For this night-light

Following my fingers on the photo.

 

There ‘s a man who falls

Eyes in the brook.

On main street,

The turning lights…

The members of the jury look at me,

I will have to speak…

The blade is in my pocket,

If it’s her that you love,

You have to make it…

The lights approach,

The shout of sirens,

But it was a dead end.

And all the time that it lasts…

 

Oh! All the time that it lasts…

 

All the time that it lasts,

The strange friendships and the porn books…

Inside, the black water of machines,

The smells of gutters…

And outside, the medicine sun

In the manes of horses.

 

I gave ten years of my life

For her eyes as clear as water

She still loves me, she wrote to me;

I’m moving elsewhere soon …

 

She still loves me, she wrote to me;

I’m moving elsewhere soon …

She still loves me…

She still loves me…

She still loves me…