I have nothing to forget and nothing can offer me
What every night allows me and the day confiscates
Alcohol you smile to me, you only know how to harm me
I spoil my desires and the source of my pleasures
I am joy facing death, I am myself this war
That strikes me with a lightning and washes me in my sorrow
I am the cross in front of your lips, I am myself this war
Where the rivers of my blood will shut down without a prayer
I like talking to you so much but I cannot confide to you
The secrets of my torment that only you would understand
Love flees under my fingers and I knew only how to keep
The mirage of silhouettes that I will never forget
I am joy facing death, I am myself this war
That strikes me with a lightning and washes me in my sorrow
I am the cross in front of your lips, I am myself this war
Where the rivers of my blood will shut down without a prayer
I don't know how to protect you, even less how to express to you
what rocks my expectations before you leave
I have so much pain to ask to justify to you better
That a beautiful morning, exhausted, my heart will be cold as steel
I am joy facing death, I am myself this war
That strikes me with a lightning and washes me in my sorrow
I am the cross in front of your lips, I am myself this war
Where the rivers of my blood will shut down without a prayer
English:
Joy Facing Death
I have nothing to forget and nothing can offer me What every night allows me and the day confiscates Alcohol you smile to me, you only know how to harm me I spoil my desires and the source of my pleasures
I am joy facing death, I am myself this war That strikes me with a lightning and washes me in my sorrow I am the cross in front of your lips, I am myself this war Where the rivers of my blood will shut down without a prayer
I like talking to you so much but I cannot confide to you The secrets of my torment that only you would understand Love flees under my fingers and I knew only how to keep The mirage of silhouettes that I will never forget
I am joy facing death, I am myself this war That strikes me with a lightning and washes me in my sorrow I am the cross in front of your lips, I am myself this war Where the rivers of my blood will shut down without a prayer
I don't know how to protect you, even less how to express to you what rocks my expectations before you leave I have so much pain to ask to justify to you better That a beautiful morning, exhausted, my heart will be cold as steel
I am joy facing death, I am myself this war That strikes me with a lightning and washes me in my sorrow I am the cross in front of your lips, I am myself this war Where the rivers of my blood will shut down without a prayer