Tes mots sont froids
Ton corps meurtri
Ton âme vive.
Tes cris frappaient
L'indifférence
de la nuit sourde,
Ils se perdaient
Dans ta douleur
Anéantis.


À chaque coup
Tu t'enlisais
Dans un abîme

Où ton corps nu
N'existait plus
Que pour l'infâme.
Le feu odieux
De tes entrailles

Était le cœur
De ton silence.


Et tu rêvais

Aux jours dorés

De ton enfance
Émerveillée,
Quand la caresse
D'une main douce
Et maternelle
Effleurait tendre
Ta chevelure


Ma sœur
Ton cœur est mort
Ton âme vive
Tes mots sont froids,
Et tu respires
La corp d'albâtre
De cet enfant
Miroir brisé

De ta douleur
Et de ton cœur

Ma sœur

MY SISTER


Your words are cold
Your body wounding
Your soul alive.
Your cries strook
The indifférence
Of the deafness of the night
They got lost
In the pain
annihilated


With every blow
You sank
Into an abyss
Where your naked body
Only existed
For the infamous

And you were dreaming
Of the golden days
Of your wondrous childhood
When the caress
Of a soft and maternal hand
Tenderly brushed against
Your hair



My sister
Your heart is dead
Your soul alive
Your words are cold
And you breath in

The alabaster body
Of this child
The broken mirror
Of your pain
And of your heart

What would you do differently
If only you could start things over?
Where would you go if you knew
They’d be there waiting for you?

I would go back home.
I would go back home.
Back where I belong Home forever long.

Where would you live once you’re done with
All those things you’ve ever dreamed of?
Would you head back in a heartbeat If you fell in love?

I would go back home… …Back where I am strong Back where I belong.

Would you still love me like you used to?
Would you still hold me as you used to do?
When I come home…

I would go back home…