the phrases obviously sound better in french, but here's a pretty close translation:
he has the right to put his hands on your body
he has the right to breathe your smell
he even has the right to a look which you return stonger
but me, the warmth of your voice in my heart
and it hurts, believe me. a blade lodged deep in my heart
look at you, not even the shadow of a tear
and i'm still bleeding. i smile at death, all this red on my body. i wound/hurt you in a last effort
he likes to carress your face while you sleep,
and you, you allow yourself to say more
i know that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger,
but me, i'm already dead
the phrases obviously sound better in french, but here's a pretty close translation:
he has the right to put his hands on your body he has the right to breathe your smell he even has the right to a look which you return stonger but me, the warmth of your voice in my heart
and it hurts, believe me. a blade lodged deep in my heart look at you, not even the shadow of a tear
and i'm still bleeding. i smile at death, all this red on my body. i wound/hurt you in a last effort
he likes to carress your face while you sleep, and you, you allow yourself to say more i know that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but me, i'm already dead