C'est un univers morne à l'horizon plombé,

Où nagent dans la nuit l'horreur et le blasphème;**

alone I wander through asphalt reign

drinking my own tears

where only torment reminds me

I still keep my life

so I submerge into the darkest regions

of horror and pain

silent screams surround concrete veins

sounds of forgotten heartaches

crumble a thousand days

where irremediable flows time

no more self betrayals

shall surpass within the mind

for I walk through these lands

losing all but not my dreams

Cest un pays plus nu que la terre polaire

nI bêtes, nI rousseaux, nI verdure, nI bois. **

alone I wander through asphalt reign

drinking my own tears

where only torment reminds me

I still keep my life

stand immersed in gray

though dull and stained

we shall plead for freedom

and light the paradise of our dreams.

** Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du mal.