There are torrential sorrows falling on me
when you vanish within the blue of my veins.
When you take the path far from me,
tell me, do I have a choice?
My ripped-out and bleeding heart under your fangs.
I'm trying to find the pieces,
but what's the point? You turn me into a city in ruins.
Of that whom I so wanted to be, nothing remains but a slipper
Disarmed, gaunt and broken in the ravine.
At the bottom of the ravine.
To love as to war!
To love as to war!
The love we don't know how to make anymore
is love as in war.
Waiting with fear in my guts
for you to finish us off.
Our lives like a battlefield.
We no longer know how to love.
It's been so long, my love, since I dreamed
out of fear of falling again on you, on you, on you.
Between our walls, you sleep in someone else's arms.
Everything I endure carries your name.
To love as to war!
To love as to war!
From paradise to hell,
it is love as in war.
Waiting like a convict
for that grace that doesn't come
and turning one's weapon against oneself.
We no longer know how to love.
To love... to love.
To love... to love.
To love... to love.
To love... to love.
Waiting with fear in my guts
for you to finish us off.
Our lives like a battlefield
and love for killing each other.
And love for killing each other.