Et quand bien même

And even if
You still love me
I'll do just as well without your disagreement
It's the same dilemma
Between soul and body
Like an aftertaste of never more

Lautréamont, the songs of Maldoror
You don't love me, I adore

And even if
You pass over my body
I no longer feel like making any effort
It's the theorem
Of all antibodies
A problem of rejection or agreement

Lautréamont, the songs of Maldoror
You don't love me, I adore

And even if
I get up at dawn
And I pace up and down the corridor
Chrysanthemums
Are flowers for bodies
Cold, it suits you well when you sleep

Lautréamont, the songs of Maldoror
You don't love, I love it

And even if
Everything is veiled outside
I will guide myself by the North Star
Break the chains
Without worrying about one's fate
Far away from regrets and remorse

Lautréamont, the songs of Maldoror
You don't love me, I love it

And even if
You still love me
I'd just as well do without your disagreement
It's the same dilemma
Between the soul and the body
Like an aftertaste of never more

Lautréamont, the songs of Maldoror
You don't love me, I love it