L'anthracite

The thoughts I ponder
Are blacker than anthracite
But what can we do when you don't give a damn
So desperately about us

If I incite you to laugh
It's because my anthracite humor
Has turned into derision
Your disdain and my passion

But beware, my little one
In my anthracite mood
I will tear out, animal
The cry and the flowers of evil

Hothouse flowers, cursed flowers
In the anthracite-black night
I will take them in spite of you
Under the brambles of your fingers

Come on, come on, and be quick
Let your anthracite warmth
Come warm my heart
And cool my fury

Right against me you stir
In an anthracite rage
But what does it matter if you bite
I want your soul and your body

It's your gaze that I avoid
Because mine is anthracite
And I don't want you to see
All the love I have for you

I love you, oh my beautiful aphrodite
With a charcoal-black soul
But the more I love you, I will love you
The more I mine