Every lucky morning
Though this doesn't count now
I'll tell it like one more day I didn't live
Your buttressing absence multiplies death
It seized the whole sky from our garden
Awakened princess, you are darkened
I dreamed of writing you in a tercet I tore
Leave, I ask you not to cry,
Not to forget everything that made us like this
And I left like that
I prepared your things myself
The sad hours in their place
It might be the secret perfume of the roses
The things that happen hurt me
To have you and untie you from your worst parts
Doesn't mean you move away from your life as it is
Stop getting engrossed, losing yourself, and getting tied up
Because there's a moon for every night in Paris
And I left like that
And I lost like that
I prepared your things myself
The sad hours in their place
I'll miss your fussy mornings
The things that happen hurt me
I prepared my grave myself
I don't want to lose you nor much more
Miraculous nurses will help me
The things that happen hurt me
I prepared your things myself
The sad hours in their place
It might be the secret perfume of the roses
The things that happen hurt me
I prepared my grave myself
I don't want to lose you nor much more
Miraculous nurses will help me
The things that happen hurt me
The things that happen hurt me
The things that happen hurt me
The things that happen please me