Paroles et traduction Eths - Je Vous Hais

Je Vous Hais

Sale, je vous hais.
Dieu que tu m′as bien habillÈ et c'est bien appris.
Chaque nuit, je fais un peu plus sur ton lit.
Mais voilÞ, ma culotte saigne encore.
Viens dÈcrasser ce corps!
Tout n′est pas sec.
Cette odeur, c'est quand je reste allongÈe...
Tu ne trouves pas?
Tu ne sens pas?
J'ai tous mes doigts; prends ma main et ne serre pas!
Toutes les fois ou grand roi s′est jouÈ de sa reine.
J′ai presque rongÈ mon Áme (souviens-toi!)
Pour rester dans ces femmes: Celles qui te plaisent, celles que tu baises.
Dis leurs mon nom!
Je ne peux plus boire cette eau noire.
Tu te toucheras!
Pourquoi tu ne viens jamais sur ma tombe?
Personne, Þ jamais bÉte et nausÈabonde.
Je pense trop: "C'est alors qu′elle s'imagine la pelle s′enfoncer.
Dans la terre, puis dans sa tÉte".
Violent, et mÈchant coup a fendu mon Étre.
Don't il ramasse les restes, morceaux ruinÈs.
Don′t il se dÈlecte.
Je t'ai vu quand tu ne m'as pas reconnue.
Chercher tes gestes face au corps que tu as Èmue.
Tu t′obsÕdes et t′Èloignes de moi.
Quoi que tu fuies, je resterais sous ton toi.
LÞ oÛ nos deux corps saignent.
Un amer goØt de fer, arriÕre goØt de sang.
M'en sortir, Ãa je ne peux plus.
As-tu pensÈ aux Ámes et aux soeurs que tu as dÈÃus?
Ils me mangent et tu l′aimes.
Je pleure les saints de te voir sur cette chienne.
Sale.
C'est cette pute qui m′a tuÈe.
Je pourris, pour Ãa je vous hais.
Tombe ne fleurit.
Je vous hais, pour Ãa je tuerais.

Je Vous Hais

Dirty, I hate you.
My god, you dressed me well and it's well learned.
Every night, I do a little more on your bed.
But behold, my panties are still bleeding.
Come and defile this body!
Not everything is dry.
This smell, it's when I lie down...
Don't you think so?
Can't you smell it?
I have all my fingers; take my hand and don't squeeze!
All the times when the great king has played with his queen.
I almost gnawed at my soul (remember!)
To stay in these women: The ones you like, the ones you fuck.
Tell them my name!
I can't drink this black water anymore.
You will touch yourself!
Why don't you ever come to my grave?
Nobody, ever beastly and nauseating.
I think too much: "It is then that she imagines the shovel sinking.
In the earth, then into her head".
Violent and wicked blow has split my being.
He picks up the remains, pieces ruined.
He delights in it.
I saw you when you didn't recognize me.
Searching your gestures in front of the body that you have stirred.
You obsess and distance yourself from me.
Whatever you flee from, I would stay under your roof.
Where our two bodies bleed.
A bitter taste of iron, aftertaste of blood.
I can't get out of it anymore.
Have you thought of the souls and sisters you have disappointed?
They are eating me and you like it.
I weep for the saints to see you on that bitch.
Dirty.
It is this whore who killed me.
I'm rotting, that's why I hate you.
The grave does not bloom.
I hate you, that's why I would kill.