From the depths of heart's darkened core,
A well of sorrow begins to pour.
Red rivers rise, unstaunched, unseen,
Veins of despair in currents keen.
Crimson water, flowing deep,
In endless tides, I drown, I weep.
Fountain of blood, sorrow's stream,
A ceaseless flow, a scarlet dream.
Each drop a memory carved in flesh,
A wound reopened, raw and fresh.
Pain resurfaces, drawn from my soul,
Spilling forth, beyond control.
Crimson water, flowing deep,
In endless tides, I drown, I weep.
Fountain of blood, sorrow's stream,
A ceaseless flow, a scarlet dream.
This sanguine curse, a thirst unquenched,
In pools of regret, all colors drenched.
It calls, it drains, it claims my breath,
This endless crimson, a tide of death.
Crimson water, flowing deep,
In endless tides, I drown, I weep.
Fountain of blood, sorrow's stream,
A ceaseless flow, a scarlet dream.
Il me semble parfois que mon sang coule à flots,
Ainsi qu'une fontaine aux rythmiques sanglots.
Je l'entends bien qui coule avec un long murmure,
Mais je me tâte en vain pour trouver la blessure.