The Despair Factor [French translation]

Along the path where the stream is talking,

I breathe the mist and continue walking

The wood, it whispers in a language of it's own

As a sigh escaped my lips,

I feel the light caress of fingertips that

Steal away the breath and leave me on my own

Waiting by the stairs

Waiting, I despair

Waiting, I despair

Waiting by the stairs

My whole life is a dark room

One big dark room

Do I hear the hollow sound,

Footsteps resounding on this frozen ground,

Or the familiar disappointment

Of the echoes of my own?

Waiting by the stairs

Waiting, I despair

Waiting, I despair

Waiting by the stairs

Somehow I ended up here in between,

Where there is always the comfort,

Of knowing I'll never be seen

When I fall

When I fall

I wait for just one touch,

And I fall

Weightless, endless, faithless,

I'll adore you

A single touch, before I fade

Painless, let me pass through