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C'est un univers morne à l'horizon plombé,

Où nagent dans la nuit l'horreur et le blasphème;**

alone i wander through asphalt reign

drinking my own tears

where only torment reminds me

i still keep my life

so i submerge into the darkest regions

of horror and pain

silent screams surround concrete veins

sounds of forgotten heartaches

crumble a thousand days

where irremediable flows time

no more self betrayals

shall surpass within the mind

for i walk through these lands

losing all but not my dreams

C´est un pays plus nu que la terre polaire

ni bêtes, ni rousseaux, ni verdure, ni bois. **

alone i wander through asphalt reign

drinking my own tears

where only torment reminds me

i still keep my life

stand immersed in gray

though dull and stained

we shall plead for freedom

and light the paradise of our dreams.

** Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du mal.