Je saigne encore [English translation]

He has the right to touch you

He has the right to smell your scent

He even has the right to looks that make him stronger

Put the warmth of your voice into my heart

And it hurts, methinks, a blade thrust deep into my soul

Take a look at you, not even a scar

And I'm still bleeding, I smile at death

All this red on me

I hurt you in my final effort

He loves caressing your face while you go to sleep

And you, you let yourself say "don't stop"

I know that killing doesn't make us stronger

But myself, I'm already dead

It hurts me, methinks, a blade thrust deep into my soul

Take a look at you, not even a scar

All this red on me

I hurt you in my final effort

But I'm still bleeding, I smile at death

But I'm still bleeding

All this red on me

All this red on me

All this red on me