Je t'aime mélancolie [English translation]

I have sort of an idea

To see my life lying in bed

It's like a fix idea

Any time they tell me

That's the wound (?):

That it's growing too fast

The weeds aren' t using

That's when I have an idea

To ...... (i don#t know the word sozzz )

It's right, it's my vein

It's aching slowly

I'm waiting for the pain

His mouth is so soft

I sort of want

To see life lying in the bed

It's like a fix idea

pursuiting me all night- all nigh - all night

I'm enjoying the night

The idea of eternity

The weeds aren't good

Because they will never die

When everything is grey

The pain is my friend

A long, sour suicide

I love u melancholy

Feeling which

is taking me to the never-ending

Mix of the worse, of my desire

I love u melancholy

When everything is grey

The pain is my friend

My soul is humid too

All my mind is overwhelming (?)

Oh, come, I beg u

It's ur friend, too

It's the elixir of my deliriums

I love u melancholy

I sort of want

To see my life in the air

Everytime they tell me

It's weed

And I say:

That a woman born wild

Is worth to be estimated

After all, she often f**ks

The too well cultivateds, (I can't really translate this it's like, "you see, pah!")

It's right, it's my vein

I'm suffering slowly

I'm waiting for my pain

His mouth is so soft

I have sort of an idea

Of the morality

Like a sad idea

But which never dies

In fact that's all:

To please the jealous ones

U have to be ignored

But then, but then, but then, for the ..... (??)

Is it God who planted (put) me then?