La chaleur [English translation]

It's the evening and the wind has picked up

in the lanes where dust is flying.

Owww, it's the time where those that

the heat cannot free are going to dance.

It's a place where one sees

this heat

running through the veins.

And Mary's sharpening her look.

She has seen what comes from nowhere.

She has clenched her hand on the blade.

Be careful with your injury madame.

Ooh but we don't feel pain,

otherwise this heat,

in the hearts.

It was that demon in her blood,

who slowly knawed her wings.

Oww, it's in her stomach now.

Mary knows what's going to happen.

In this place where we let go,

She gets up,

and takes

her weapon.

If it's white,

It's

dying! The body of this son of a b**ch!

If it's white, while there is,

still time, come on breathe,

advance, again, but advance.

He won't feel the pain.

Maybe the woe,

this heat.

Under the (bed) sheets, so white,

the halo is growing. It's the blood

and Mary's shining eyes.

She leaves on the tramway rails.

She runs, slightly, slightly.

And the rain washes the streets.

And the rain washes her hands.

She's clean, and finally,

this heat.