La solitude

I found her at my door
One evening, as I came home
Everywhere, she’s my shadow
She’s back, she’s here
The sniffer of lost loves
She followed me, step by step
That bitch, may the Devil take her!
She’s back, she’s here

With her Lent face
With her dark-circled eyes
She drags our hearts down
She makes our hearts weep
She gives us pale hands
And long, desolate nights
That bitch! She’d even bring us
Winter in the middle of summer

In your sad taffeta dress
With your messy hair
You look like despair
You’re not pretty to look at
Come on, take your sad face
Of boredom somewhere else
I’m not in the mood for misery
Go see if I’m around!

I still want to sway my hips
I want to get drunk on spring
I want to have sleepless nights
With a beating heart, a pounding heart
Before the pale hour strikes
And until my last breath
I still want to say I love you
And want to die from loving

She said: Open your door
I followed you step by step
I know your loves are dead
I’m back, here I am
They recited their poems to you
Your handsome gentlemen, your pretty kids
Your fake Rimbauds, your fake Verlaine
Well, it’s over now

Since then, she’s given me sleepless nights
She’s hung on to my neck
She’s wrapped around my hips
She lies down at my knees
Everywhere, she’s my shadow
And she follows me, step by step
She waits for me at my door
She’s back, she’s here
Solitude, solitude