Holding the water
Which is in your palm
Feeling everything
Even though you're
Tightening your fingers
I feel cold
But the water...
But the water escapes
Drop after drop
It is fragile
Fragile is the existence
In the grip of doubts
Listen
And when
Death is...
There, inside the skin
And when
The ordeal
And when I hear
Too much real suffering
It is like
A mirror
Like mouth to mouth respiration
I feel
A breath
That is born in unison
My double
Holding the water
Which is in your palm
Tell me everything
When we need each other
So much
But for what?
And then...
You go and hide
Without a doubt
A tragic1
Drops of life
Which fall and sink
I sink
And when
Death is...
There, inside the skin
And when
The ordeal...
And when I hear
Too much of
Your suffering
It is like
A mirror
Like mouth to mouth respiration
Inside of me
Your breath
Which is born
And knows
And loves
And when
Death is...
There, inside the skin
And when
The ordeal
And when I hear
Too much real suffering
It is like
A mirror
Like mouth to mouth respiration
I feel
A breath
That is born in unison
My double
1. There should be a noun after this adjective but "tragique" is apparently used as a noun itself here, through artistic license.