Rien À Aimer [English translation]

The mirror criticized me

This used portrait well loved

But my soul found nothing to love

Not even a passionate spark

Passionate

He told me that I would have to wake up

That he could give me what I'm looking for

Through a column of fog

Pretense of my best figures

I wake up

Ravenous like an impatient angel

Each instant that exists (?)

I will open to the hesitant light

Delivering my profound feelings

Feelings

The mirror criticized me

This portrait so smooth and so golden

But my soul gave the wrong love to hell

Condemned for a reflection

Condemned for a reflection