Everyday happiness
Truly says nothing to me.
Virtue is nothing but feebleness
That ends (lit: sees its end) in Heaven.
I prefer the promise
Of artificial paradises
I know that in the door of a bar
Where I have drunk to the limit
They will pick up
My burnt out body on a stretcher somewhere.
I drink even so
Under the drug, slowly
From ecstasy to supreme ecstasy
I relentlessly approach
The sombre asylum of the demented.
I take it even so
I know that into the femme fatale
In the arms of an overly pale lover
Will infiltrate the horrible illness
Of which one snuffs it in a hospital bed.
I make love even so
My unappeased senses
Seeking to get drunk.
Bring me again
The adventure of decadent nights.
The desire tenses my mouth
The voluptuousness burns my skin
I know that in the door of a bar
Where I have drunk to the limit
They will pick up
My burnt out body on a stretcher somewhere.
I drink even so
Under the drug, slowly
From ecstasy to supreme ecstasy
I relentlessly approach
The sombre asylum of the demented.
I take it even so
I know that into the femme fatale
In the arms of an overly pale lover
Will infiltrate the horrible illness
Of which one snuffs it in a hospital bed.
I make love even so