Violette [English translation]

Washed off by cold water as if I were glass

I am getting smoother every day...cleaner every night

Half - turned stone

I am kneeling down in the stream all alone

The cry reflected in the halls of mirrors

Is echoing with crystalline sounds

I am kneeling down in the stream all alone

And the bank is so close to me

White flowers reflect in the mirrors

I want to be where they are

So close...so far

I want to be the way they are

So faithful...so pure

It rains silently in the night

One sin for each petal

Of black flowers

Water is sleeping...whispering can be heard

Turned into stone

I confuse sleep with dream

So give me back

The three colours of mine!

Black

White

Violet, the cold colour of my blood

I need it

I cannot live without it

I cannot pray without it

I have been kneeling in middle of this stream

For so long

I have been watching trees

White flowers, birds, forest...

So please add one more colour

To my blood!

It rains silently in the night

One sin for each petal

Of black flowers

Water is sleeping...whispering can be heard

Turned into stone

I drink this sweet coctail

Of sleep and dream

Please give me back

The colours of my blood!

Black and white

To let me judge

Violet to give

My life back

I will turn into woman

The stone will turn into bread

I WILL stand on the bank

My feet will step on the grass

When my violet comes back to me

When my colour comes back to me

I am watching black trees

White flowers, mirrors shining

Unchanged I am kneeling down in the middle of the stream

I am crystal like He

I am imprisoned like He

My violet

My colour

Water is sleeping...whispering can be heard

Turned into stone

I confuse sleep with dream

Water is sleeping...whispering can be heard

Smoother and smoother

I confuse sleep with dream

Raindrops fall silently on my head

One sin for each petal

Of black flowers...