I forgot nothing and nothing can be offered to me
That every night allows me and the day confiscates me
Alcohol you smiled at me, you don't know what hurt me
You ruin my desires and the source of my pleasures
I am the joy before death, I myself am this war
That strikes me in a flash and washes me of my pain
I am the cross before your lips, I myself am this war
Where the rivers of my blood will turn off without a prayer
I very much like to talk to you but I can't confide in you
The secrets of my torment that only you would understand
Love flees under my fingers and I haven't been able to keep
That mirage of silhouettes that I will never forget
I am the joy before death, I myself am this war
That strikes me in a flash and washes me of my pain
I am the cross before your lips, I myself am this war
Where the rivers of my blood will turn off without a prayer
I don't know how to protect you, let alone show you
That which lulls my expectations before you leave
I hurt so much to ask you to better justify
That one beautiful morning, tired, I will have a cold heart like steel
I am the joy before death, I myself am this war
That strikes me in a flash and washes me of my pain
I am the cross before your lips, I myself am this war
Where the rivers of my blood will turn off without a prayer