The Nobodies
Je ne suis personne.
Mon âme est vide
De toute lumière.
Pour survivre,
Il me faut quelqu’un.
Quelqu’un à qui Je puisse sucer
De la lumière.
Je ne suis personne
Mais mes yeux
Ont le feu
Pour attirer quelqu’un.
Quelqu’un à qui
J’injecterai mon poison
Qui se répandra
Le long de ses veines.
Je ne suis personne
Mais mes rêves
Sont cauchemars
Pour paralyser quelqu’un.
Quelqu’un à qui
Je volerai sa vie
Je volerai ses rires
Jusqu’à la lie.
Je ne suis personne
Mais je sais comment
De mes yeux doux
Apitoyer quelqu‘un.
Quelqu’un dont je ferai
Mon esclave à vie.
Je lui volerai son âme
Et m’en ferai un habit.
Je ne suis personne
Et voilà ce qu’est ma vie.
Je sème la désolation
Chez ceux qui quelqu’un.
Et je sais mieux que quiconque
Que les bons et les généreux
Sont des proies faciles à prendre
Et à vampiriser…
I am nobody.
My soul is empty
Of any light.
To survive,
I need somebody.
Somebody to whom
I can suck
Some light.
I am nobody
But my eyes
Have the fire
to attract somebody.
Somebody to whom
I shall inject my poison
Which will spread
Along his veins.
I am nobody
But my dreams
Are nightmares
to paralyze somebody.
Somebody to whom
I shall steal his life
I will steal his laughter
Up to the dregs.
I am nobody
But I know how
Of my sheep's eyes
To Move to pity somebody.
Somebody of whom
I shall make
My slave for life.
I shall steal his soul
And shall make for me a dress.
I am nobody
And here is my life.
I sow the desolation
To those who are somebody.
And I know better than whoever
That checks and generous
Are preys easy to catch
And to suck the lifeblood out of …
My soul is empty
Of any light.
To survive,
I need somebody.
Somebody to whom
I can suck
Some light.
I am nobody
But my eyes
Have the fire
to attract somebody.
Somebody to whom
I shall inject my poison
Which will spread
Along his veins.
I am nobody
But my dreams
Are nightmares
to paralyze somebody.
Somebody to whom
I shall steal his life
I will steal his laughter
Up to the dregs.
I am nobody
But I know how
Of my sheep's eyes
To Move to pity somebody.
Somebody of whom
I shall make
My slave for life.
I shall steal his soul
And shall make for me a dress.
I am nobody
And here is my life.
I sow the desolation
To those who are somebody.
And I know better than whoever
That checks and generous
Are preys easy to catch
And to suck the lifeblood out of …
Dedicated to Liz, The black widow
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