Bovary [English translation]

I don't know if I'm still alive

Otherwise, what is this pain that haunts me?

Our bodies are swaying over a huge sea

But I cling to you

I only have a few childhood memories left

Which already become blurry

I'm neither hot nor cold

And I'm so bored

I'm coming, wait for me

I'm even coming on my knees

Your blue eyelids being drawn under my fingers

It's your neck I twist, it's me who I assassinate.

Our world was nothing but a slight misunderstanding

That we took seriously

Should we have arrived there, I always had

Happier projects for us

I'm neither hot nor cold

And I'm so bored

I'm coming, wait for me

I'm even coming on my knees

I'm neither hot nor cold

And I'm so bored

I'm coming, wait for me

I'm even coming on my knees

I don't know if I'm still alive

Otherwise, why should I still sing?