Amesoeurs - Trouble (Éveils Infâmes) (English Translation) LyricsYet another of those pallid mornings
Where anxiety patiently awaits
For my eyes to tear apart
To slip within me
Nervous and treacherous;
To relentlessly extend the lines
And darken them;
Coldly sweeping away even the slightest of my joys
In my skull, something troubles me
Squeezes my brain
And, unbeknownst to me, regurgitates grayness
Upon what lives, radiates around
My first visions (enchanting ones)
A ceiling that mocks me, gleeful
Rеflecting back my own confinement
Walls dripping and far too closе
Within which I struggle
After a brief reflection
With only one thing on my mind:
To lose myself in the dark, abyssal blackness
Where simply nothing exists
Just emptiness and the sanctuary of silence