Le Fleuve [English translation]

As night falls, it falls at random.

It envelops and undermines the carcasses of atrocities.

If you can lose yourself at the river's side,

It will calm you until you can't ever breathe again.

How pretty is my city and it's lights, but only for fools.

For he who wants, it can be cut into images.

Now it's the hour when silence rides on the waters of the river.

The rhythm of rotting clocks.

Over there, there's this girl who swells her breath and her skirts

Open like an opening flower

The more she dances, the more she's on fire, the more he likes how he feels.

For he who can not, life is worthless1.

1. My spanish is a bit rusty. I'd be happy to know if there's a better translation for this bit.