Paroles de La Beauté Déraisonnée

UNREASONING BEAUTY Childhood erased, adolescence overwhelmed Far from adulthood, fleed by the old age... I am not reason I am un-reason In a maleficent game, devoid of morals An illogical yet vital game Your asceticism shapes my vices You, pale inquisitors of my nights ! I admire, I implore, I adore Free from good sense, I explore Before the pleasure of absence My borne sufferings dance Revealing, through my own flesh instincts The nihilism of Dawn... To cross this gulf for reconstruction... For I feel one desire To be left with my delirium To be left with my dreams To be vile, sickly and mad And even if we take our madness For the only reason of our conscience And even if from the heights of our hill We mix up tears and smiles in nonsense Take our word Our insanity Is beauty