So you lent me a few months
Of your thirtieth year, that was enough, that was enough for you
I won’t stand in your way this time
When you want to rejoin your refined men, full of life and cunning
I won’t lay me head on my piano
While drinking in your wrathful word
I’m worth nothing in this life, in bed zero
My sorrow
You have vanquished all my joys
I died, I died a thousand times
My sorrow
I won’t laugh anymore I won’t dance anymore
The joyful decorations won’t sparkle anymore
My sorrow
I had for a few months my place between your legs, but never in your heart
A few months, to taste the exquisite suffering
I kept our wedding ring, it rusts there, snuggled within my jacket
I kept this shameful drunkards head, that in the small hours hates itself
I’ve been dragged a hundred times under the icy shower to shake off my chagrin
Until I throw up
My sorrow
I’ve run fast and nowhere, like a jealous lover
You gave me a few months, to die of crazy love
I was your suffering, I was your regrets
I was your remorse and I was your tears
My sorrow
You told me this is war and we are here
To be destroyed, accept it
My sorrow
You told me this is war, no mercy
You are my enemy, I won’t take any prisoners
My sorrow
Don’t put your knickers back on, let your buttocks shine one last time
In the sunlight of us two who used to burn brightly
Don’t put your knickers back on, let your buttocks shine one last time
In the sunlight of us two who used to burn brightly