Cogne [English translation]

With the back of your proud hand

You sweep away my thoughts of yesterday

And with your palm

One of those men who lash out…

And on your lips, the bitter words

The kind which can turn a heart inside out

And which echo, always knock down

And lash out.

I leave empty-handed

Still on a string

Run, run…

Drift with eyes empty

Now nearly dried.

Leave, leave, leave

Need to heal, to toughen up.

Tomorrow will be worse.

Close my eyes which are still too blue

Close my eyes to feel better

If it’s not this way or not that way

You lash out

Offer my cheek, are you playing a streak?1

And what if it was me after all?

My blood blisters weigh a ton

In all

I leave empty-handed

Still on a string

Run, run…

Drift with eyes empty

Now nearly dried.

Leave, leave, leave

Need to heal, to toughen up.

Tomorrow will be worse.

Take your time

Take my blood

If you don’t feel big enough

To survive,

To be satisfied.

Take my faith, I am yours.

If this isn’t hell, then

Tell me what is?

I leave empty-handed

Still on a string

Run, run…

Drift with eyes empty

Now nearly dried.

Leave, leave, leave

Need to heal, to toughen up.

Tomorrow will be worse.

1. pun in French: 'cheek' and 'play' sound the same

• Artist:Patricia Kaas